goddess

me-cca · Number of posts: 66 Registration date: 2008-01-15

she waited years for me to arrive
melted into the wet of my eyes
we were in womb together...i still recognize
she was a flower child...with a strong mind
let her fear subside so we could combine
sang to me in a conversation we had on her street
I tried to hold it in but her cup leaked
then overflowed
into the grooves of my sentence
she attempted
to merely float by
I grabbed her without repentence her strength died
she weakens my afterthought
she is my four thought, 22 rupies short after her feelings got caught
born again on my birthday
baked into cancerian cupcake, with sprinkles on top
across timelines she makes my thoughts soft
i hear her calling
her course already planned
completing mental commands
this mindplay thing is our commune
we sit for hours amused
sit in silence and understand
blessed thoughts never demand word commitments that aren't part of God's plan
walking alone without her my path be damned
goddess so fly, she makes my anger mad
i put anger out
for the melody of a sweet note from her mouth
as i sit on her couch
trying not to rewind our seconds
catching her thoughts right after we speak, saving the essence that feels sweet
capture them in my hippocampus and replay them next week "she was sweetest thing I've ever known"
kiss on my soul-lobe
a spiritual requirement
this is that next level love i've been trying
i rest in God's hands
heaven on earth at my command
give half my land
if it is to be given
my birth chart says i am not gender driven
but i'll drive to deliver these love notes on her earth
labor for her a new birth

she waited years for me to arrive
in this moment of recognition...i dedicate these honest lines.

swayyah · Number of posts: 277 Registration date: 2007-11-05

i really wanted to write something deep and prolific as a response but i'm speechless! if i said this poem was amazing i would be lying cuz it's soooooooooooooooo much greater than that. i don't know how many times i gotta tell you but your work definitely needs to be flying off the shelves in somebody's bookstore.