Reflecting Divinity by Esteban Colon

Alix Olson said
"God would be a dike
if she could find someone to hold her,"
but like
any of the seeds blown off their maker
dandelion in the wind, she
craves touch, lies
lonely at night wondering if
all the decisions that lead her here were worth it, 
and I'm sure God would
curl fingertips into blankets, arching her back, were
she to meet the right woman,
just like
I'm sure she still dreams of
flesh on flesh, night
ripped in half by orgasmic screams,
and
as much as she wants to
I'm sure she sits like me
staring at the empty pillow, knowing
that no matter how much she aches for Satan
it would never work out, that
despite a shattered heart
precariously placed back together
she still smiles every sun rise
open
to whatever's next to come