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Timeless Love

By Symone Brielle

By Symone BriellePublished 5 years ago 2 min read

I’ve been told that time is a construct.

Something someone made up to

Track the sun’s movement in the sky.

We’ve always known sun, we’ve always known each other.

Our story starts before time...

I manifested our love long ago.

I didnt know how fluidly our love would flow

From the last lifetime,

Up until now

I recognize you by your smile

Your Power, your grace, your mercy

You’re Sweet, strong, and flirty.

Your skin is the definition royalty

On a spectrum all its own

Our melanin worth more than gold,

But you, have hit the mother load.

Our love is ancient its potent it’s magic...

Our connection outlasted

The Dark Ages,

Turn to light

The night you heard me speak.

You recognized the light inside of me.

Our chemistry’s so heavy

the heavens can’t help

but hope for us.

As we opened up

Each others world’s

And Shined the sun

On our shadows.

So magical I conjured you

Back to where you swear

You’d never go.

With a swipe of a picture

Our adventure continued.

Six months went by

Before you knew I said hi.

I felt connected you

The entire...

Our experience on this plane

Maybe hard to understand.

Which is why the first hug

Didn’t offend.

Which is why the second

Hug still holds me.

The gravitational force

That is us, we, together

Transcending time to be

Aligned with one another.

Our hearts speak

A language our brains

Can no longer comprehend.

Frequently our frequencies

Collaborate on this plain.

And time mocks us...

All of our seconds are precious

11:11 when ever we texting.

Building the emotional connection.

From all those eons ago.

I remember your soul.

You are the Goddess

That God has handmade

For this human experience.

This ethereal bliss

Is what we have to

Look forward to

for the rest of it.

I want to know you for the rest of time.

Who knows how much time we have left?

I’ve been told that time is a construct.

Something someone made up to

Track the sun’s movement in the sky.

Thing is, when the sun moves

It’s still in somebody’s sky, right?

performance poetry

About the Creator

Symone Brielle

Symone is a queer poet, performer and activist from Minnesota. She studied Criminal Justice at Albany State University. Because she was born up north and raised down south she’s considered a southern fried player with northern tendencies.

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