I see the world and I want to set it on fire. Not with the fires of hell and torment, but with the fires of passion. I want to kiss it, take it to bed, and whisper in its ear. Of course, the faint of heart will run out of the room and slam the door behind them, bolt it up, wrap it with caution tape, and call it ‘condemned.’ They stumble around outside in offense. They know the cornerstone as the stumbling stone, not as salvation. Sure, the world might be convinced of another reality, but I’m not. That’s why I am taking it to bed. Before the foundation of the world we were married. Even if the world has forgotten, she is still mine, and I am hers.
Jesse A. Kelley 