failingly avoiding her omnipresent,
omniscient gaze,
somehow unfearing of her omnipotent,
potential for retribution
he thought of when he first prayed to her
he was taught that prayer was more about,
organizing your thoughts,
than genuine communication
he was calling for her,
expecting no answer,
worshipping Nothing,
no one
but she answered,
and with more presence,
than for which he was prepared
startled!
he got down on one knee,
and proposed
and,
she accepted?
married life with a deity,
was more subdued,
than men of imagination,
would hope
they loved as we might,
they cared for each deeply,
but what was unusual,
is that she made him,
in her image
his prayers turned bodily,
her love languages:
Quality Time and Touch,
but Gifts felt senseless,
for she had gifted him,
Life itself
had she been waiting for him,
to acknowledge her,
this whole time?
it mattered not,
their relationship was transcendent,
despite,
it's mundane appearance
who could imagine,
what loving your creator could mean,
when she visits you,
goddessly, romantically, even sexually
their Love,
compassionate first,
romanticism, and lust,
subsumed thereby
unconditional too,
or so they thought
one day,
grocerying,
he chanced upon,
a girl uncommon
she accosted him,
clearly possessing unusual excitement,
he didn't realize it then,
but she too,
was of celestial origin
his wife knew instantly,
she is everywhere,
after all
and although she loved him,
her creation,
she felt bitter,
that he could have eyes for,
such an irresponsible godling
idolatry,
he was warned of this sin,
but he didn't realize,
the thrust of,
this peculiar temptation
the shimmering goldling,
cast wonderful spells,
one eternity:
shapeshifting,
together,
they soared as doves,
rutted as deer,
and sung as swans
another eternity:
adventuring across time,
roleswapping carelessly,
him unknowingly,
and her uncaringly,
leaving chaos,
in their wake,
for his smarting spouse,
to erase
he knew his goddess could see,
his betrayal,
plain as glorious sunlight,
but his resolve failed him
eventually,
the goddish nymphet,
exhausted her interest,
and left him,
at the edge,
of Eden
his spurned lover could have left him there,
he gave her ample reason,
but she was waiting for him,
when he toppled,
out of the illustrious dirigible,
no longer piloted by the wreckless spirit,
who tried to steal his soul
she told him she forgave him,
she understood entirely,
after all,
it was she,
who crafted his very desire
but, she went on, it still hurt,
she made him just for her,
and still, he chose someone else
he couldn't handle her forgiveness,
her lack of judgement,
wounded him
not his pride,
but rather,
his shame
they would spend some time apart
he doesn't leave his house much anymore,
his friends have moved on,
realizing they couldn't reach him
they didn't understand,
what he had lost,
what he had knowingly given up
he knows she would take him back,
the moment,
he called out to her
and that makes him,
all the more heartbroken
and that makes him,
all the more lost
his selfexile does not go unnoticed,
by the many beings that populate,
this endless dreamscape
but she,
she dreams daily,
that he will accept her Love oncemore
and she will wait,
Eternally
