Whenever she left

his soul

fell undressed

bound by her forever

beside a pearled gate

he lay upon a weathered bed

tied together


Lit by a candle

too slow to burn

so soon

did she return

lost or found

was of no concern.


Then came the spin

until they spun as one

upon silk and feathers

touched and tethered

to the stars above.


As she was

embodied by the spirit

in which his soul was writ

once upon a time

amongst the eternity

of love’s paradigm.

BeLove © 2018

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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