Those who Mourned, thanks!
I am bursting with a story
A story in my head
It’s about love and her concubines
Love broke with tradition
Love broke tradition
Love broke tradition and made Eve
Eve has a legacy of disobedience
But today, I see it different.
She has a legacy of difference
A woman who broke from same
Divorced monotony in monogamy
See that is the thing.
Why can’t a woman do, just because ?
Why must there be a reason for love
Or lust ?
God doesn’t judge love by action
Because Grace, or is it David ?
I have lived in a lie
I have believed that love is tethered by actions
So I must be a liar
Or one who peddles lies
If I am not true to love so dead
It makes mockery of after life
I want love so true, it houses no strife
But what is love with no lil strife ?
Really, big, I mean humongousLy YUGe strife?
Strife is the mettle that bakes love
Strife is the pudding of proof
Proof that love will not break
However soft as a pudding it tastes.
My heart is full of love for 5,
I accept the application for 6,
Yet I am sworn again
That to accept 6, she must be it
I swear there will no 7 be
Just as I did for 1 to 3, 4, 5 and 6.
I just mean, my heart is full
But it’s not filled by love.
It is full because again,
I recognize, it’s empty
I rejoice, that my scar is complete.
My scar is now beautiful
She is as a birthmark like a pimple
I am ready to flaunt it.
There is the odd business of Eve.
I like Eve.
Because she is me.
Eve is not she. She is He, and Her.
Eve is my mother, father
Eve is the reminder
That love is lust
That lust is twin
Eve is my reminder
That freedom is not to be free
Neither is it to seize a thing, anything.
Freedom first is to be
And to be is to love
To fall in love with me
Freedom is to to embrace my scars
Not run from it
Not seek to rewrite it
Not retell her story.
Freedom is to be truly, simply in love.
Mary of Downton,
You are the best Eve.
Thank you for healing
Your permission makes my eye twinkle
To ask to love from love that is dead.
My love, I am gonna love again.
But remember, to love again is not to kill my love for you.
I love again, because your love paves the way.
I don’t want to stop writing
But in the end.
I yield, I bend.