Sophia.

Your soft gentle spirit embraces my life, drawing me in and giving it meaning.

Sometimes cold and hard, standing far away, abstract.

Sometimes you’re warm and soft, with me when I need you.

You comforted me in times of loneliness.

Abandoned me once but well, maybe it was mutual.

I thought you were a jealous soul, I learned your openness later on.

I want to sleep with you Sophia.

Spend time walking along the beach with you, Sophia.

Think about you when I look up at the stars, Sophia.

Sometimes your there when I wish you weren’t.

Sometimes your not when I wish you were.

Often I wonder what you think about, where you go when I'm not around.

I watch you my love, even when it seems, I am not looking, I watch.

When darkness falls so thick and muddled I feel your flesh and bones, such a goddess you are, such a bitch you can be.

Then like an addiction I find myself loving you, hating you, hating me for loving you.

Feeling like a fool when I am around you, then wondering if you are one.

Our love has caused joy, wonder, delight, the edges seem sharper, bright seems brighter.

You’ve pushed me at times, played with me others.

Read Chuangsu, or the Tao of Pool when I could not sleep.

Sometimes I see you and I think, she is such a fool, then others I worship your beauty, and complex simplicity.

I love you Sophia you goddess, you whore, you virgin, you symbol, Philo-Sophia.