Blaspheme and become swallowed in salvation: a bible

What if
I can't bear to love
God theory
so much
as I
love
you? Will it all
f
a
l
l, our lovely fire storm?

What if the boy-
s who say,
Jesus is the one
way
up,
don't understand,
what it is
to want
down?

And fall,
fall,
fall
is all I can do
with
you.

Inside a chestnut, I know the pain of passion, inside of you I slide cross milk stars, and dream of things less sharply angled.

That if
God
wrote
you,
I will read
and might believe.
That no
old
book,
might show me
Him
but
you.