This is now a poetic retelling of what others would call an unfortunate seduction
but what I would call an act of God.
So unexpected was the encounter like a sirens wail in my slumber
a spotless night shaken by thunder.
I wore old clothes to dirty with paint but the day ended with a weightless gown of interest.
Pressing on a closed eye I dwell on a passing comment whose scent clung to my clothes
and I smile.
No thing I haven’t heard before but it’s the feathers of his breath that sends a tremble.
I hold his hands and wish for time
alone but wishes blink like glares off glass mosaic temples so instead I waste my time
and fall asleep.
The almost love always pains all ways like never receiving a kiss
that you know would be for goodbye.
I once wore flaring pride upon hatred for the prideless
But so undeniably could I feel that God placed a warrior so guideless
Upon a heart dying to die for things worth living for.
Every fall there are parts of me that pass away deep down inside but so plenty that are suddenly born.
