Time was not at all gentle or kind

Experience was a firm teacher and writing was my refuge

In my writing, I found a safe place, a voice, an outlet, a reason to dream, and a way to love

In my poetry, I found passion, desire and freedom

I found me

I discovered that despite the ugly face of victimization,

I was truly beautiful

I had character and flow

I had purpose and meaning

I had a heart…and then he came

No doubt from some silver lined cloud from the abyss of Nirvana,

He stepped right into my soul

Instantly, my spirit committed myself to him

He rearranged and amplified my definition of poetry

He rearranged and amplified my definition of love

He poured into my life like liquid honey

Sweet indeed!

I wanted to dip my instantiated fingertips into every part of his existence and relish the taste of his essence

I wanted to lose myself in him in much the same way I am lost and found

In the eloquence and profundity of a well written verse

His eyes wrote our script and the language of his movement served as

That creative muse that inspired our connection

His touch set me free

So I fell freely, wanting to love him

I wanted to love him the same way I loved my writing

I wanted to take refuge in him

Find meaning and purpose in him

Poetry seemed to be my reason for living

And he was my reason for loving

He was beautiful

He had character and flow

He gave me a safe place to love and a reason to dream

In him, I found passion and desire

Desire to love

Through him I saw my heart and opened it up to the privilege of loving with

Restrictions or fear

He gave me an outlet and a voice

To resolutely proclaim “I love you”

I am free in him

And free in the poetic river of our love

Far more gentle than the rhythm of time

The lines of our soul rhyme

And together

We flow…

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