I sit affixed to the ground wondering Was it the right choice or did I perpetuate my own suffering A feeling, so real and beautifully intense Something I did not believe my soul could sense Greedily, hungrily I drank your essence I did not stop till it filled me, healed me…became me Drunk off you, unable to stop I persisted I’d say throw the first stone, but sober, you insisted Fed me and filled me till I suffocated Yourself, caught in a web of reckless confusion Devoured and grasped the light leaving a mere illusion I held onto it like dear life Clinging on and hoping, dear sanity, don’t run What is love anyway? Except a bold mirage dressed in passion and pillow talk One disillusioned by hormonal imbalances blocking the path The path to the truth of your soul Muddled by the sweet lies you seductively moan What is intuition when you have God? If I pray to him maybe he will make you whole And you could love me as the one he has placed forevermore -Tamara Lesabe