Pray To God Poem by Charles Malcolm

I lose myself
in that smile
in those arms
on hats and boots
and stages
with clipped wings.

Purples and golds
and the brightest blacks.
Pouting lower lip
tight, crossed arms
and perfect laughter.

You lose me
in that gaze
in those clouds of smoke
on stoops and tables
and a mattress
that hugs the carpet.

Stubborn obsidian hat
and fumbling black boots.
No sense of timing
a devil's grin
and the perfect line.

Somewhere
between we are high
above the hats and the boots,
hugging the neck of a tall metal beast
with uninterrupted joy
and unrivaled love.