"Dearest Lover,

You wouldn't

Recognize

Me now even if you weren't so

Blind

To my flaws

Painfully I went from

Innocent to

Dangerous,

Little girl so pretty in pink

To

Young woman 17 and invincible,

And again to the one

You didn't deserve

Sprawled naked on your razor-rittled floor

Pleading

'Take me closer to Him'

Your God,

Lovely, how naïve I was then

Always mistaking you for my

SalvatIoN

How your sympathy covered my body like

Sunday Morning Church

Awkward in its Mortality

And oh, lover, shamelessly I

Chased

Your disease,

Your religiosity---

----the very rape of my soul!

(You always were on the wrong side of the cross)

Your King of Kings was my drug until

My world fell away

And I became nothing more than a

FOOL.

SO you, dearest lover, you showed me

The Way

And I burned it all to ash.

'Don't ask me to repent.'"

5/27/2005 7:19pm