Have You Heard of the Sapphire Spirit?

                    I.  
 
Walking plaster of Venus if she was a working class dark haired from America's South  
with her short hair curling, pulled back, and her lips of late winter, early spring snow covered flower bloom.  
The Army life may be thought to mutate a woman beyond feminine recognition,  
but the lie is the same as that. She's soft-voiced still, and her preferences are light like butterfly wings floating above the greenery of her irises whenever she lifts them suddenly, radiating intense evening blue aura into our world beginning the ten o'clock meeting,  
and her body's fierce.  
 
To see her standing in command of these late shift hours,  
the most striking woman stacking boxes,  
and saying in her belle accent what it is she wants you to do,  
and you're staring, watching her split the territory and allot some to you.  
 
Anything, anything you ask; it's my pleasure.  
And in your heart of hearts, you know that she has split the earth and pulled it back together, walking over her on grave,  
a woman tougher than most men...  
But somehow, she is nonetheless woman  
as she dresses strength with an elegant fabric  
to where you know that there is something different underneath than the inside of an average woman;  
yet, that underneath has feminine dreams and wishes to be seen  
as a respectful employer and a girly girl.  
 
As she walks you see her woman's skin  
peeking out from beneath her management uniform.  
You look as she bends to check the stock.  
And I am not sorry  
because she is the force of this short, short poem  
that doesn't even compare in the presence of her full, mighty, gorgeous stature.  
 
                       II.  
 
Have you heard of the sapphire spirit?  
Do you still pray to God?  
Last night, I kneeled in late devotion,  
and I heard a woman's voice respond,  
 
"You and I are devas.  
God is neither man nor woman though just as easily woman as man."  
Faced with a sexless God, I prayed to him for a leaf to carry me to a place I can call home,  
and a goddess, another deva answered my petition.  
She said, "Do you believe in many gods?"  
"Know ye not that ye are gods?" I remembered.  
"God is 'he' for Old English when "he" was neutral,  
and man was neutral,  
and you and I were werman and wifman."  
I've wanted to be a ruby for so long,  
and the sapphire spirit saw me away like the crest of the crystallized moon at sunrise,  
and there is where I'll be.