"Men who feel love / never lack a good heart, / so I wished my soul bound to his." 2024 The Devil's angel Roberto Ferri, Come Veleno, 2023 Men who feel love never lack a good heart, so I wished my soul bound to his. There was painful desire, and the fire of yearning; how, then, this did I miss? It was clear as day that the obvious way was to carry his heir in my womb. So, I nursed his wounds, torn flesh by better men, and in the water, our love there did bloom. He’s of honest hearts, but only to mine; devotion never misplaced. I traced all the scars; the beautiful art, the terrors of all that he’s faced. Honey and pine on a gleaming night, transgressions of thine untold. What question is this? From the start of time, came I from thy perfect mold. Fear not, love of mine, for I’ll give you the sky, these walls no longer barren. This shall be known; Man and Woman together reach beyond the heavens. He made me his wife, and I thought I knew bliss, to belong to a man such as he. But I bore him a son and I knew I was wrong when, in the boy’s eyes, I saw the sea. Too many reasons, go far beyond love, why I need a cruel man such as this. Men who feel love never lack a good heart, so I wished my soul bound to his. — A.M. Sención 2024 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more How Life Loves "...meant to be soft / in a world that moves me with calloused hands." 2024 A Poem In Disdain “My chaos. /My midnight storm.” 11.2024 Cognizance "So, behind closed doors, my mother’s doll still sits on linen." 2024