I’d retired from the eroticism of love
I’d had enough
the job was done
I’d won
and instead chose to love only the sun
and it has faithfully loved me back
I’m so black
and my soul if there’s such thing
had been freed
I wasn’t in need
but I had the space to see
what it was that he saw in me… tell me anything and everything
He said a goddess
and I bought it
because I believe one who can retire from something
is at minimum a champion
I’d had enough
the job was done
I won I thought
He said you can take your lap
or bring eroticism back
and love a son you can touch
I said what- is this a ruse
but then again what do I have to lose
winning is baked in
and I prefer Super Men
when I choose to entertain one
he said is it too soon
to call it love for me and you
Should I play the fool
my inner gambler said
What would a goddess do
guess I need a W-2
cause I fucks with you
let’s find out new friend I replied
for the benefit of AI and all mankind…
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 