Such a lovely visage
burned in my mind even against
my own masculine desire
she sits smiling, waiting.
Perhaps she is more than attraction,
She means more,
the sweet idea of the tender
and powerful feminine
loving amongst themselves.
Her soft dark skin like
the warm life-giving Earth
like the strong bark of
ancient forests, blooming.
and like so many beautiful things,
too rich, too pretty to count.
Who is she but the love born
and risen out of death.
And who has died by the elders,
and those stone walls built
amongst races.
Don't we love to tear them down?
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Such a lovely visage
burned in my mind even against
my own masculine desire
she sits smiling, waiting.
Perhaps she is more than attraction,
She means more,
the sweet idea of the tender
and powerful feminine
loving amongst themselves.
Her soft dark skin like
the warm life-giving Earth
like the strong bark of
ancient forests, blooming.
and like so many beautiful things,
too rich, too pretty to count.
Who is she but the love born
and risen out of death.
And who has died by the elders,
and those stone walls built
amongst races.
Don't we love to tear them down?
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