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Her love left as quickly as it came Much like the way lightning strikes Piercing its beacon through the chaos of the storm With fury too determined for comprehension In a language far too complex for translation • Her love came crashing into my world Teaching me this law of the universe Awakening my faith…

In a world that wouldn’t cease to fire She became his sanctuary Her body his temple Her mind his priest • Her lips tasted of redemption Her neck smelled like frankincense Her tummy a garden of labyrinths Her breasts the sweetest fruit • He’d pray through the night And worship until dawn Begging heaven’s waters…

At 10 years old, Love wore a backwards baseball cap His hair was long and his hands dirty with tetherball victories His jeans were loose and his shoes were made for running His smile was bright with ambition and his eyes begged for competition He touched me with a flirty tug Our hearts were eager…

We forget about these sweet little pleasures.

First thing is first… must find the correct writing element.

Here I am in the earliest hours of the morning Dancing atop the fine lights of San Jose Body relaxed in the presence of a gentleman A Love whose heart opens to this moment Though his mind knows I’ll be gone with the rising of the sun • Here I am in the earliest hours…

  Love me tender. Love me fierce. & Let me go. ~ Alyssa Noelle Coelho

  And he will tell the tale of the girl With the sad eyes Whose love would come to know pain As her victory or her demise He will talk of her beauty Of how the gold in her chest tarnished to a dark rust Of how her sanity unwound With her father’s last breath…

  She had a laugh like her father’s A cackle that carried on the wind She was rich in passion Fierce with drive She had sunrise on her eyes And nations on her mind This is what he made her for She would never know All the ways he knew her All the ways he…