"Conversation with an atheist Lover"

"Conversation with an atheist Lover"

Last night 

before sleep stole the light in your eyes

We talked about making babies in the clouds

And call them angels

And they will be so fine 

That God will be jealous of our Kind.

We laughed out loud

It echoed in heaven

And I heard God sigh

It was deep and throaty

And we wondered why God is always a man.

He could have been a woman 

That sings duduke like Simi

Then we wouldn't bother the angelic choir

"They will just come and dance shaku shaku with us," you said.

You said God can never be a woman.

He is a man!

Maybe that's why he keeps quiet

When men steals into a woman's body like wolves

And run off smelling blood and greed.

I sighed now but more deeper and throaty than God.

I wanted to say I doubted.

I wasn't too sure.

So I kept quiet.

I wondered why such evil lie in man.

Most men?

You said no 

That some are beast and God enjoys watching them feast.

I thought I knew God,

At least better than this,

I really thought I did,

I still do, I think?

What should I even think?

It is evil to think, right?

You told me to keep quiet now 

And write you a poem later

I suggested a happy-ever-after ending

You chuckled, and asked whether there's happiness after?

I said at least the joy of leaving here after is happiness.

You said Good

"Now you know how to think"

"Thinking is outside God"

I asked you how should I think?

You said, "write me a poem."

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I woke up minutes later.

I quickly wrote you a poem,

And hopes it finds you there

Where nothing with a deep throaty voice exists.