In the smoke of burning incense
I held my fingers above the coal,
watching its breath dance around
and between my fingers. It hugged
my skin, and you kissed my neck.
The river of smoke touched your
face and you touched mine.
The mist caressed the music
and became one. They waltzed
around the room, covering everything
they touched with the sweet scent
of china rain. You put your arms
around me and asked if
I had ever seen God.
Have I ever seen God?
I have seen the Devil.
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