Can you be faithful, to God? Whatever name you choose, or the gender you bestow upon this holiness. Can you be faithful to something or someone that you never see? A soul you cannot hear or know. Can you want to be there for him when he is not there for you? Can you be faithful to a god that is not faithful to you?

The answer is yes. You are built to love, created to endure, evolving and ever changing into hope. That is why you are faithful.

Here she comes, my perfect analogy. And here she stays, the sweetest bit of sin. She came for me. She comes for love. A metaphorical being of my imagination, the sensual ruining of my holy and wholly reality. No one woman could ever be you...you the culmination of a lifetime of seeking. And I have found what every man has sought; she who was, she who must be my all.

She came and brought to my mouth a flood that even God himself could not have outdone. She came and I grew ever harder, before the softness took me under her spell. Each moan was an orgasm. Every thought was a female ejaculation. I choked down my safe word just to feel the worst, that would become the best fucking of my eternal soul.

She came because I was a man. She stayed because I could be a god. And we are a poet and his muse. A blurring of lines between pragmatic reality and fantastical sins. She came and I came so sweet because of her.

I asked her to share with me the things that she would change of herself. And she responded, "too many things. I can be hard on myself, and emotional. I don't see myself as beautiful. I don't like being placed on a pedestal."

So I said, "Humility is a beautiful sin. I see nothing wrong with your flaws.Which is why I place you upon a broken pedestal. Just to remind me of how close I came to being happy."

A broken pedestal, the fall of angels, the rise of men, and from the heights God looked down and saw the beauty of sin.