If you want me to be happy
Leave me alone to make my peace
Give me a little of that sweet juice
Some distance to walk at my pace
Some greenery a soft mellow breeze
Time permits us to freeze
Get lost in those tall wooden things
Just let me be
Make my piece peace
Legacy
Why is it hard to believe
In everything
Carelessly
Unattached to an outcome
Knowing only your own flesh
Legacy and all
Woman
I love being a women.
Everything about it.
Blood, burnings and birth.
Airy, soft.
Pure fire and magic.
Digest
Aware
I am
I am me
seeing me
loving me
hurting me
healing me
birthing me over and over again
The best lover
I told myself I could be the best lover
Listen to me
I told myself I could form the fairytales with words and my own hands
With imagination and soul
Choosing to go where the sky bends
And the water calls me out and balances me
Soothed over as honey
On a chest so sweet
So deep dark and brown
Sitting under crowns
Floating on clouds
I believed it, yes I believed it
One hundred Lonely Years
One hundred Lonely Years
Oh
Oh benevolent
beloved be as you are
and I’ll make love with you
sing praises between you
Hmmm the way that we blend
and a scent so sweet
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