Heaven, you must wonder why stars shine brightly why you are the way you are and why that is so important to me. how salvation so vigorously sought after how your laughter no matter how child like keeps child like prayers answered. Heaven, last night I fell for an angel and we, made love. beautiful enough to make a beginning? I wonder, why did I cry, when a man isn’t supposed to. I wanted her to want to hear the beauty of my love song. often imitated but mostly missed. Heaven, I don’t know why, but last night in that room, I called your name while screaming out hers. over and over until our words gave birth to them selves and took on words of their own. I made a marriage last night, with a promise to return love the way that I met love to cry in the presents of sighs that tremble like thighs to birth words that brings tears to Eve’s eyes meaning I am music the song of Adam. Heaven, please hear me.