The Recreant

Trust was of the utmost, it was given & given, ulterior motives seemed scarce no sketchy past to dig in. Attraction, connection, clickin or what have you was prevalent; it was just so soon to become settled in. A movie, popcorn, or better yet strawberry Twizzlers! Now the question is what do we watch, comedy, action, suspense, or a thriller? Unknown to the woman she was an actress in a drama, & tears coming from her eyes would be the thing her cheeks would have to dodge, & controlling her rage which is making her shapely body hotter than a sweat lodge.

See this is a story about a love that was weak @ a certain point, & like all my others true life is the backstory of this joint. Should I break it down, nah that's much too involved, this is a case that only Mr. JioVanni can solve. Break out the spectacles, hound’s-tooth jacket & slacks; I'll pretend I have a butler named Jeeves bringing around my Cadillac. Is it a bird is it a plane, no it's the animal of lust, what attracts it? Hmm, pretty smile nice figure & a supple bust. Trouble looms when the distance increases, when the distance shortens for a moment everything seems peachy. Long ago the recreance action occurred, but she forgave & kept it pushin, but inside she was perturbed. "Was it my fault?" "Am I not pretty enough?" These questions are ludicrous given the subject of this joint but it's prolly what she asked herself… They say once a…after hearing this statement she should have became a believer, but she forgave, while she holds in her feelings in a dark, damp cave. By cave I mean mind, body & heart, when it happened, it was like she was on the final level of Mario with no memory card and he pressed restart.

What can you do? Beat up the machine that's just a game? If you knew you were just another high score, you'd prolly not enter your name. It's a chance, some say too risky, other's say it's well worth it, some women are even nicer when they say, "Eh, no man is perfect.." They're right, but the perfect imperfections make you wanna cut it off so there is no longer an erection. Cuz you've come on hard times since your love did it again, the next step is most likely you not trusting men. The best thing to do is to chalk it up, but don't forget it, if you don't forgive that issue will start festering. When it does that it will reflect on the next faithful innocent man, & when he leaves cuz of undeserved accusations, you'll be like, "damn." Don't blame yourself, you're beautiful it's not your fault, it's his & the girl who was most likely attracted by the shiny thing he bought.

I wrote this for you so maybe you'll feel better; this is an observer who interpreted the recreant's love letter…

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni