Road Show
I am French kissing God
on my license plate.
A declaration personal
and public. Love true blue.
I'd trust God in your car too.
Sit together in the back seat.
Ride him on your rear bumper.
I don't mind. What
God and I have is
really special.
Honey lips. Velvet.
tongue. My words echo
God. God is my currency.
My treasure, my target,
my shopping spree.
God is a smooth operator.
A stretch of straight road.
I'm in good hands and
I've canceled my insurance.
God is my copilot.
My magic bus.
My catcher in the rye.
At the ball, every dance
is mine. But God's arms
are big. They'll hold you
too. When I leave
the garden party, God stays
behind. When I come home,
God waits for me
in bed between clean sheets.
Copyright 2007 by the Tipton Poetry Journal.
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