The Curtains Are Coming Down

This is my final entry; thanks to all those who visited my blog within the past fifteen weeks. Although I fell short of some issues I wanted to address it was a very interesting journey. Thanks to all those who shared their experiences with me. I hope you enjoyed all that I shared. 
So my last post and I decided not to go out with a bang, but instead in a slow burning flame. Think I should have done a poetry blog, give The Word Korner a run for her money...Kidding!

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You will never know

In this moment we’re in darkness

Dogmas, can I lose my conviction?

 When I gaze at her there are no miscalculations,

The perfect tangle of each strand of hair locked into fleece braids,

The golden-brown complexion of her skin, even her scars are flawless

In her almond eyes lay mirages of sunsets and tidal waves

Blissful and fury

Do you know what it feels like to make love to sadness?

 Sincerity

Taste lips, 

The essence of penitent never flowed in the stream of our uncanny desires

 I stayed waiting, listening for her voice to resonate like trumpets, 

All I heard are murmurs, silent echoes in the breeze,

She whispers; don’t worry even the winds rattle

We don’t need ascension

Sentimental language flee her orifice,

 “I don’t care I want this”

The world doesn’t control our hearts;

Behind curtains we are our world

The day she’s reveal, the cloak will fall,

Exposed

No vulnerability, no condemnation

Tell her soul to scream

All we want is to live freely