this non-believer hopes next time
for a jolly pope with dimples
to die for wise storybook skin
a smile that lights a room
hair like a mountain’s snow collar
and of course an engulfing hug
performed with robes unbuttoned
if the conclave of shadows
hiding in St. Peter's Square
ever consult their sunnier side
or ask the mottled hearts of believers
I bet they too would decide for
the bright eyes of a big heart
unfiltered love
leans in closest to everyone
even I am attracted to that