Taste my Forbidden Fruit.
From the tree it fell from.
Careful not to cross Me,
I may strike.
For I am
Wife Of Adam.
Created from the same earth.
Before Eve.
Taste my Forbidden Fruit.
From the tree it fell from.
Careful not to cross Me,
I may strike.
For I am
Wife Of Adam.
Created from the same earth.
Before Eve.
All the Dreams that this jar once held
have been Shattered.
Is it possible to put Shattered Glass back together?
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Glass like a Relationship is Fragile.
It must be Handled with Great Love and Care.
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What happens when One drops the Glass?
Can they Both Carefully pick up those Shattered pieces
and try to Mend them Back Together?
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Is it Possible?
Is it Worth It?
Would it just be easier to sweep it up
and throw it away.
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This Sacred jar has Shattered once before.
How many times can glass be glued back together
many when there is Love.
As the candle was lit
the flame began to dance.
The request had been sent.
Spirits gathered.
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As the music began
they took their seats in the gallery of the theater.
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As their two bodies embraced
they became one.
As their tongues touched
their bodies frolicked with delight.
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Vibrations in the air summons all
to the unseen eye.
As they gently explored each other
their bodies quivered in bliss.
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Vibrant colors swirled around them.
As the two bodies became one,
the voyeurs from above
intertwined within them.
Like the stroke of a painbrush, Darkness washes over me.
The depth of shade varies.
The Darkness
consumes my
Mind & Spirit.
I strive for the color to lighten
and as it does,
inevitably the darker hue returns.
Why is it a constant stuggle to attain a
lighter color?
Is my path to consist of shades of grey?