Woman

To be divine can be the epitome of
soulful simplicity
The arch of one's back-dated
history, Her story and
chemistry, The tubed life of
intrigue, Embodiment of loneliness
Front to the past, Back to the
future, Midday of the week, Kisses
of supposed tutors expressing the
beauty in confusion
Molded in the image of candy
wrapped in
visions of conversion
indulgence, Holding souls in
tight-capped jars
for butterflies, And I never
have been the one to
question
why
So the elusive scribe of pride
glistens in
the connection of
her vagina's illumination
of life

Reviews

[CeeCee]

Very nice! Flowing... beautiful.. eloquent. Quiet lovely!