We made real love. Hearing her moan and gasp for air as I went deeper into her. Looking down on her face seeing the pleasure of me being inside of her, I then knew it wasn't lust it was love.

We met sitting round the fire in the sky
the sand warmed from the Sun's touch.

We wondered about distant stars
and how this related to the beating of hearts.

Romance came upon us then
from out the depths of space.

The touch of fingers gentle as air
as the Moon rose in our eyes.

they say Man gravitates toward evil
and
to find love, first you have to acknowledge this to be true

Make it stop

the poetry of life is a fight for freedom
to a shared free flow of ideas
leave your trail of words into the forest
-not to find your way back
but so others may follow your breadcrumbs

you can do it, my love.

with your first step,
you are on your way-
and how good does it feel!
how light is the pack
now that your feet are in motion?
darling you could trek to the stars.

in your journey
you'll surely encounter spirits:
some will come to you from above;
most will well from inside,
but a few will rise from below,
(evil and toxic enemies of the angels).
pay heed to each spirit,
request and receive its transmission
and refer again to your fingers,
releasing their grip of control
on your hurtling craft.
You have done this and should rightly be proud.
(That is to say, smile at your righteousness.)
A path appears before you from the darkness,
the Lord is crafting your road from gold-
You cannot fail!

Forgive the populous their opinions.
Whether you are loved or hated,
you are on the path of the Lord.