Pissing Off Saint Peter

Falling in love

She came through the door with nothing but a smile

I can’t remember anything else about her

those eyes and enthralling brown hair just took me by the hand

and walked me from the table, covered in bottles of every shape and content,

right up to the doors of Heaven.

Saint Peter answered and whispered to me that it wasn’t my time

I said that anytime was my time after she entered my gaze

he just dismissed me as so many lovers of loving had been

I proudly dropped from the cloud and right next to her

sitting by a stereo, hollering like doves

loudly repeating in her ear, only to take an accidental whiff of her aura

pissing off Peter one last time

politely apologizing for my rashness

rashness with which my heart operates when I’m honest with it

Reviews

[Laranda]

I love this one. It feels good knowing it was for me.