Love Poem: Zip Code Pi
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Written by: David Walker

Zip Code Pi

Zip-Code Pi
(The Sweet Flesh of Temptation)
David J Walker

Zip-code Pi 
Is where I will 
receive my mail

Mark it eternal 
Where the white-gowned crowd
With pipe cleaner halos 

Cleanse and censor every lens 
And line to erase
Any reference to God’s mistake

Making our bodies so holy that
Not even we should touch them

I will swim in the firmaments frost
Where the Host collects our thoughts
At the cost of no uncertain discerning’s 
before entering His temples

I remember the sweet downfall of 
The dimples that presented to me 

My first apple
	And I did eat

The sweet flesh of temptation