Inspired by a balance app meditation

After my poem last night, named lesbian sacred love

“Diabolical” words of garbage poison the ocean.

Freak venom. The “Satanic” is a charade confined

Inside its own realm’s language, itself. Earth’s good

Will returns to me. All good flow tongues, except a tempest

Of Love, that dumps freak hate-speech. They

Weren’t real, anyway. Their brief words of satanic hate,

Recede into nothing, by a void claimed. Love rides

You across the waves, to your home, in my thought.

Love, I maintain, she’ll grant you all good one day.

I wish you’d come, my love, and stay. My Venus, open

Your shell-lips, a love-sound I’d return with a

Thousand kisses. Back and forth, goes love, comes bliss.

The world is good. Words of love come back to this.