Most of us believe. Some of them don’t.
How can they not believe that we don’t?
Warmth of my Soul, Asylum of a Spiritual nature, allow me to dig this hole.
Dear Heart of mine that I lost at creation, I was half of a man until you made me Whole.
You are my comfort when there is no refuge and everything else cold.
NOT ON ANY OF YOUR AFTER-NOON ESCAPE
Just like Adam on New Year’s Eve
in search of my missing rib;
Our Love will never be deceived. © Christian D. Koumtog.