& I will meet you again. I will write you poems for all eternity until you recognize me. I will continue with this & it won’t stop.
The Oral Traditions of Our Love
If I were a seductress, a siren of the etherly worlds, a manipulator & in their savage rage sought to hunt me down from our humble home filled with all the love a person could feel… I’d run until I’m tired in the forest until capture, you wouldn’t be real. You’d live
What we built would live for centuries, to my count. I’m sorry. I will bleed, blister, my body would shake in & out of life, still, they can’t break me & they can’t see you. I told you to stay put. I have it under control. I will say what I will say. I will break free…