Warriors Soul

He comes from the sands
His body curves, firms and swirls around the minds eye
Child woman in his arms
From many lands
Passion no longer caged in
Speaking without demand or anger or frustration
Patients as if stuck at a fast moving station
Peace, give, life taken to soon
Fuck
Legendary beauty of his eyes, his hands
Reside within me my sweetheart
Hold tight to our magical carpet
Hear heart, lungs, air, resiprical
Hear timing, music, rhythm
His roughness is taken away by carpenter mystery friends
Laying boutique flowers at our door
Neither of us know where one ends and one begins
Sing your way back to your pyramids
Lift one curling lip in snarl to the modern times
See the rhymes rifting over rooftops knowing your well in gravitating words
Sword of your family symbol, only a tinkle a triangle
Flow again to wrap your handsome fingers around an elegant ring tone
Is this the stone Iv'e been waiting for
Is this the firming of where there has been both lady and whore
Pain is pain
In return you stone away the legacy seeking instead art
Burn your oils sweet disappearing love, cleanse your soul
As I lift my hands to the almighty
Clutching me alone in dew drops of morning time.