I can only see a cube,
Made out of glass, with only vapor and
Salty tears inside, There is
Only me, and no
One else, a girl appears sitting at the center,
Remember this day? Noone does,
You're the only one that dreamed of it.

you open up the newspaper
that declares another man
has taken what wasn’t his.

‘disappointing,’ you mutter,
turning the page.
‘look at the world, today.’

‘today?’ i ask,
a voice so small.
small as we have always felt.

open up a history book,
read it.
no, not those white men
gentrifying the world.

those women.
the ones of every colour,
orientation, size and class.

now, sir, do you understand?
those men are every man.
those women are every woman.

today is every day.

Her soft tenderness
Can be ******* a man
When he's used to bricks
Mortar and sand

It'll shake the foundation
Built with his hands
Leave a man aching
For all that she has

She can tear down the walls
Erecting his years
Where he once had a cause
Now tossing his cares

Knows that it's true
Without a word being said
Her soft tenderness
Can be ******* a man

She can catch him mid-stream
Have him change his mind
Make him want to leave
All he's built behind

Pulls him to shore
Beached in her warm sand
Her soft tenderness
Can be ******* a man

She was the first sin made of flesh
when no act of love was lewd or wicked
before men and gods
invented shame and virtue

hers were the fingers
that carved the heart of every star
and whose kiss set their fires ablaze
to burn eternally
in the vast emptiness of space
to give us something beautiful
to look up and pray to in the moments
we can find no beauty within ourselves

and beauty is within her name
and the colors of her eyes
and lust and desire burst from her womb
like a wild garden spilling over the universe
to give life hunger and reason

and she carved out a small piece of her soul
to give time a heartbeat
and set eternity into motion
and she is as old as she is young
for she lives outside
of the rules of deterioration and death

she is endless and kind
and you felt the warmth of her breath
in your lungs in your first gasp of air
and you will know her again briefly
as your take your last
and hear the sound
of her gently black wings carry you off
to the place where stars are born
and she carves you into a heart
to float in the sky
and comfort those
who need to find beauty
somewhere outside of themselves