Love. Blessing.

I would tell you again from these old pages.
You’re sweeter than nectar in between those legs.
We’re identical in hearts like the sun and Earth’s core,
and it’s so amazing how you tickle me
when you moan in silence
that says I have arrived your lips.
It is for such prayers I have clasped my hands,
knelt my knees,
open my dreams like my legs do at night
and let you slip into the future with me.
I will not see such a story without you,
your stars or your becoming.
So this is reason enough for me to leave,
I must let your heart find God in these dark ages,
serve him and glorify him
for I am an evil called woman and I was made by a synonym god.

Ruddapoet