There once was  a God;

he did not know how to love,

but then he made her.

She destroyed the walls of others

to rummage through their wreckage.

forcibly mending her waning parts

with what she considered jewel.

because some monsters are birthed

from torturous beginnings

like the scorching ashes of an angry sun

or the silence of a broken heart.

the boldest sliver

of a tortured soul,

floating --aimless-- in her tempting sea,

will never fully grasp his

need to be whole but—fateless—

and  kept within naivety.

still,  it seems that,

her  honeyed deep

always had a way of making this

lost man feel --weightless--.

it goes on.

like the universe

never ending,

perhaps forever trending.

yes, life is on going

and whole

the things misleading

and short-sighted

are our souls.

Now, here, is a woman who conquers.

She seeps into you,

between the cracks of your magmatic soul

to etch her love into your subconscious.

She will consume you while you gaze upon her,

spinning and sparkling, reaching the sky before the sun begins his shine.

That is her gift.

Her lips form words you’ve needed to hear whispered softly,

only to you;

and her body curves into your touch because tonight

you are the wind on her shores.

She is seduction; crashing destruction;

and you will lose yourself

only to her.

I am in a weird place.

there is little i dont understand anymore

and i am gaining my footing

beginning to realize why

i was so hopeless

and why you felt

so much like home.

your lucid love makes me feel full

of hope

of doubt

of relief

and yet the tickle of your trembles keep me motivated.

there is a transparent need that could be associated with

tongue and cheek

but as you are between one

and in the presence of another—

we get milk; so sweet.