There, in Garden Earth,
she’s worthy. Whether he sees,
ought not concern her.
Original Thought Credit: “…and your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you.” -Genesis 3:16
You’ll leave, not be left
Riddled by early love-bombs
Hungry from breadcrumbs
My words are gourmet
Made for you from my fine heart
I serve them in love
Thou art a figment
A Creator-created
Grand ideation….
Co-artist Credit: Tiger R. Age 6
Do birds know their luck
That I no longer trust wings
Else I’d fall for them
Surely the circle
Summoning the soul back home
Is where we will heal
This she has resolved
That the missing puzzle piece
Was never his hand
Dearest Wanderlust:
Until the day that I die,
I will fight for you.
Giv’n The Universe
There seems more to us than this
Maybe this is that
“I feel a small fire….”
She says, in sing-song slang.
God knows, she’s afire.
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