I am a wolf with seven eyes,
wandering a desert made of cinnamon.
I want to marry God.
God is a delicious mystery,
like the beautiful descent
of the stars, like the holy body
of sadness, like a tiger crying
in the winter night.
In my dreams, God is
sometimes a Mercedes Benz,
sometimes a Rolls-Royce.
After we marry, I will
turn God into a dove.
That way, no one
will ever find her.
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-to-think-about-god/
