You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots.You must write to her .You must remind her that you are there.You must know how long it takes for her to give up .You must be there to hold her when she is about to.You must love her because many have tried and failed .And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved,that she is worthy to be kept.And This Is How You Keep Her.

Undo these pearls from around my neck,slip them off slowly .I want to feel your hands tangled in these gossamer strands unraveling my secrets mind,body and soul .

Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything maybe it's about unbecoming everything that isn't really you,so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place .

We make love like we're godless forsaken, broken bodies. That have lost their souls somewhere on the cusp of ecstasy. We make love like we are made up of starving mouths ,urgent palms gasping lungs .You pull me under,I capsize .The way we touch is unholy death spark in the static air.The way we kiss is sorcery ,your lips are like satellite that orbits my body and I am spent    spent    spent from you touch .

Watch her .... she stands down for no one .A fierce ,and noble creature .Majestic air fills her presence as she calls out her lovers name who meets her down the river .Her wisdom clears a brilliant path of roses she's been walking for weeks and can walk many more but he carries her anyway .

There were always those nights where her mind went to war with her heart,the fight between what she knew ,what she felt and what she had to do .Sometimes the hardest descions are made under the moon .

She was a poet for goodness sake. Poets aren't supposed to make sense .She was all passion and fire wrapped up in longing and desire .She was beautifully real ,why is she here?She was designed to make you feel what no other women could .