was it you, woman,
or every woman that
nature made me
for?
but disregarding the too
tall, and the too young &
the too round,
too wealthy, too
elite, too prissy, too
proud...
maybe for you.
was it you, woman,
or any woman that
nature made me
for?
with the rising of
my sex
casting lightning &
shadows,
is there no one meant to
share the tidal
yearnings of my
body
to touch
whose
soul?
but your voice &
the energy of your voice &
the galloping horses of
your mind &
the resonating colors of
your heart, sing to me
gently,
maybe it’s
you.
& our two hands painting as
one hand, & our shoulders
nudging together in the
fray
bare feet on every surface of
the room
souls in
nirvana
both of us
doing everything to build
something to believe in,
anything that will
last.