Wing of hovering bird
Just above the steadying ships,
Woman on the pier
Waiting with unchaste lips.

Sailor under moons
Praying like a king of saints,
All taming lust,
Into her arms he wanes.

Untamed horses
Gallop upon the fields,
Prisms of the man
From what woman's touch may yield.

Home from hostile waves
To drink angelic milk,
Touch by his angel
Skin like woven silk.

Upon the ground sturdy
He lays his heavy head,
Follow thy *****
To the woman he is now led.

Dreaming is important
in and out of the sheets;
inhale the sea
and bring it back to me.
Please, don't go,
but if you do,
breathe me in and
take me too.

I thought I believed in a God,
a superior being who decides when we drop.
Then I read His book, His word
and thought it was inconsistent
because how can something so 'perfect' have mistakes.

So I stopped believing
kept my negative outlook because why be positive in the end we're not receiving
I didn't have a goal to reach
and my old views were no longer mine
I wasn't into the'one life' thing and wanted more takes.

Then I was confused
because again I changed my views.
I unsure what to believe anymore.
I wanted an afterlife and I believe in it too
but wouldn't an omnibenevolent God let me choose.

And can't decide whether He's real or made up
because I like to think there's truth in every holy book.
And I'd like to think I get a choice
but I'm mortal and unsure if it's true.
So I'll continue believe either way I win and loose.