by Nat J |
I wake up to kiss the cross and I whisper to myself "I still love you" I go through the day absentmindedly caressing the pendant as I think of you and I clutch it for comfort whenever I am lonely... Though others may think that rubbing an elaborate rendering of that upon which god's only son lay dying brought me closer to that religion- it only represented my numerous attempts to maintain contact with the spirit of your love I think not of jesus when I touch that golden charm but of your long, curly, black cascade I see those beautiful brown eyes and sexily prominent Native-American facial features... if not received from You I wouldn't give a damn about that crucifix I worship no religious icons- just You and the love we share I would have You over any god... any day |
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