Purposeful soul

…I bled ecotoplasmic red  
as with the sharpened spoon  
You pierced and scooped  
with swift sleight of hands.  

Damaged I could not soar  
above the cloudy nights  
as You poured into Your  
caldron,  my soul.  
 
Fired up the grill  
I screamed, crying out  
for You searing me  
I could not endure  
without tearful elixir!  
 
No strength to regenerate  
a fallen angel  
upon the wet dirt  
life force began to fade…  
 
…until She came to me  
in the warming cold of the mist  
a wet and Healing fog  
She wrapped me and filled  
weakened at first, I managed  
sipped on Her womanhood.  
She breast-fed me with Her  
Healing thoughts  
Healing words  
Healing touch  
Felt it secrete like sap  
from Her soul to mine.  
truly felt like no time stirred  
I could take my time  
to repair the damage of  
heart and soul  
 
for She loved me  
and gave me purpose  
through Hers  
&  
of our soul.