Divine Violence

James

Dear Diary,

The first time I saw him, I was wondering about my life and all my dreams. He walked in, like a God. I lost my breath for a little while, and we exchanged the most beautiful glance, I could not believe that someone like that existed.  His blue eyes, his long hair, his black suit.  He was everything I ever wanted and I was nothing at all.I found my existence reduced to him, his skin, his rough touches, and his laugh that pierced my ears but filled my heart with lust and love.  He's not the kind of man to look at a woman like me, cheap perfume, cheap soul, and cheap faith.  The Purple lights made him more handsome than ever, if the God of war. The God of the dead, and the Goddess of beauty have blessed someone it would be him.  I wanted to drink the water that came from him and taste the seeds that the land does not dare to sprout. May Thee forgive me, but I pray to one only, I get on my knees only to him, and he made me the only girl on Earth, in his arms I found heaven, in our love I found hell. I could never think that love is a flame that does not burn, but with him, I don't mind the scars. He touches me like I am holy, he plays my heartbeat like a song, and I take shelter in him like a home that I never had. I am a hurricane and he is the wind that moves me.