Cherie

My dear....my life....my love.

Where do I begin?

So gentle is the mind's perception of what we should be, but our hearts beg for blasphemy....
Our souls crave a life worth remembering.
Learning from a life we'd rather forget, we use our hearts to lead or way.

So is it wrong? Is it me? Am I an abomination to you?
Your body is twirling in it's naked, soothing natural nature...
And all I can do is watch....
These slideshows, little snipets, imaginations, creations, devilish cuncoctions in my mind of what your body might look like to me.
I fear the day we all face our judgement.
There's no one to turn to, but "God"
There'll be no one you can ask, "can you spare me a dime?"
There'll be no one.

But who is your God, my sweet?
Who is your maker, what is his name?
Where did your umbilical ash fall from?
Who is the Phoenix you were reborn from?
Who. Is. Behind. That. Glare?

If I could find you anywhere else in the world, well...I wouldnt know what to say.
Our union couldnt have been a coincidence.
Where else could I have found you?

My heart, you are my heart, and therefore you guide me.
But why am I still here my love?
Why am I stuck?
Why cant I find that edge to grab on to, and slowly pull myself up?

If I could say a single word. In front of your "God" your "master" your "endless reminder" of who you once were,
I'd declare my essence to you.
So maybe from my ash, you can make a perfect mold,
So I wouldnt be lonely anymore.
But I use "I" so loosely,
To be honet, if I could, Id keep you all to myself,
But why should I "gain" after a "hopeless" life of "despair?"
Surely theres been far worse than what I "think" is true.
Im not the only one.

I know that.

So you can leave me alone if you want to.

Just know, that all I could ever do
Is love you.

Now I've said these words,

Won't you say them back to me?