Don’t Tell Anyone

Shhh. Don’t tell anyone. I’m having
an affair. With God.

And She’s the best lover I’ve ever known.
She brings me such gifts: sweet wine-days of
rivers of running silver. Dripping gold suns,
bows of evergreen standing over mountain pinks
and wild phlox strewn on hillsides

I ask what gift I can bring Her. She says:
Only You.
Only You.

God thinks I’m as beautiful as wild phlox.
Isn’t that something?