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God was laughing when he made you.
He held you up and pressed his lips against your skin
till you laughed, too.
That’s why please hush
and let me listen to your body
and press my lips against it,
too.
You
God made you of perfect words
recorded in
a perfect change of fleshly shape
a moment’s
perfect rhetoric
(a poem?)
with no need for further touch.
Then, as all creators do especially poets
he denied it all
and breathed you life
About Bobby Nicolescu
Bobby Nicolescu attends Boston University, majoring in Advertising and Theater. He is the author of two plays, a novel, and a poetry chapbook.