We spoke in tongues that day,
Your fingers trailed my body like
a harlot skimming through the bible finding her daily grace.

The Sun, her majesty, jealous of the
nervous heat that fought for a moment of breath between your satin body and my scarred chest.

Did you know that I almost cried?
Because your touch was everything I feared the most.
Your touch was confidence, maybe love.
It hurt.

We don't speak the same language anymore,
For your fingers,
are too holy for mine.

There’s no love sated
In one man, one woman
It flows unabated
For endless span!

In life she had seven husbands
But love with her is buried where her tomb stands
Many more might have come to her life
The lady she’s known as *the seven husband’s wife.

Empty would seem her heart’s treasure trove
If she had stuck to merely one love
So when tired she banished one for good
Found herself another as her soul’s food.

She searched love towards that end made attempt
But after a while grew familiarity’s contempt
Love is no water that can be held in one jerrycan
When one man was exhausted was time for another man.

Often she fell for them drawn by their exterior
Only to find afterwards their inferiority to her
All their sweet talks were hollow in every bit
Impossible was to endure their annoying habit.

Yet she didn’t cease her search for love true sublime
To bond in a relationship that would stand the test of time
But that she never found remained empty her treasure trove
She passed from one man to the other not found real love.

The seven men that failed her in love she ended their term
For they unbeknownst to them had caused her fatal harm
By not fulfilling her cherished goal not being loving husband
*Leaving her with no choice but with their blood to smear her hand!

My honesty is never understood...But everybody loves my lies!!

I wanna be completely open...but my past may not rest well..may not die easy..I mean..I may not past the test...if you knew the ones before I cheated..did you know I'm in love...With multiple people...But I know right then you'll say then you don't know what love is!!! But I am love...the purest definition...in my dictionary...But I'll never fit into yours...beside Prince Charming...If you knew I was 25 when I woke up a 17 year old sleeping beauty...My demons cloud my perfection...I a man baby couldn't you tell...I thing with my head...I love to hear you yell...Why are you surprised..but again I'll could never tell you that's my intentions..you rather hear my falsifications...and fall head over heals in to this fantasy...that won't end happy because you never fell in love..with what you asked for...My Honesty..

I wish I could say...
  that I don't believe in love
  that I don't believe in truth
  that I don't believe in you

Life would seem less futile somehow
   but also...less beautiful