Not a Night goes By
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Not a night goes by…

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That my memories do not reflect the passions of my heart.  A place in a time when you and I once met.  How often I hit the rewind button of happier times. The time when my soul was not wary or weary.  A place in your bed while we laughed the night away.  Two lovers engaged in mystical erotic spirituals.  Rituals being performed are as archaic as dinosaurs.  Our animalistic signs engage in the tribal dance of life.  Sweet tender kisses, succulent sliding tongues, breaths to breaths our souls become one. The union is filled with trust- unlike other unions.  This union brings us close to the mysteries of God.  In God’s defining moments to begin creation he must have felt and then inspired planetary actions to become one big bang!!!

    How I miss those moments in your garden when I had freedom to take your fruits! How I know you enjoyed coming to my castle and devouring the evening meal.  What I would not give for the day’s to be in your love once again.  How could God test my will without putting you in my life? For I long to hold you as I once did.  You are my doe, and I was your stallion.  At times you would become a tiger and overtake me as a gleefully inspired woman.  How I enjoyed the submission to your strength, how I cherish your sent, how I tasted you~ you are the wine of life and the crucifixion of my soul.  To this unending torment.  What scars have I taken away?  Deep in the inner recesses of my mind, alone’ I live with the knowledge that we might have been.  The years never spent lying beside each other on Lake.  The possibilities of a child’s laughter.  Our child.

    My destiny this time seems to push me farther away from idealistic imaginations.  It is a dream I hold secret to myself only.  For it is always my dream and shall forever torment my soul.  With all my humanity I could not win you.  You are the love of my life, and I shall never erase that thought from my spiritual courage.  For every day I say a prayer to God for you.  May he watch over your soul and guide you to happy destiny’s.  May he give you rest when you are tired.  May he comfort you when you are lonely.  May he smile upon you and fulfill your life~ with someone.  May he be everything your heart desires.  For your love should never be wasted.  Especially- not on a fool like me.  I’m a pathetic creature who can only be grateful for the moments you showed kindness and mercy.  You relieved me of my fever and my madness is gone.

    I will hold onto every item you ever sent me and never show them to another.  If the chance that I become an old man with children, I will wait till my grandson is born and only tell him of you.  It will be our secret, and it will make both of us very happy.  For I will continue to see Gods will as helpful and instructive.  I would not dishonor this memory by navigating over my anger; I will use anger to keep alive.  Justified by my passions of loss, I shall seek to do charity as a way of amending our broken hearts.  May I be reminded by the Blue Jay that flies from state to state: True love for me was not in vain.

 

Thomas A. SUTOR

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Lompoc CA 93438

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