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She is a poet
With a soul built to bring you to your knees.
Worship her words and fear their meaning.
Hands at her feet repent a life unenlightened.
Beg forgiveness from her cosmic iris
And pray she can hear you.
Weep at the majesty of her wisdom
And her absolute lack of it.
Watch her give birth through song
And cradle her newborn like it’s your own.
Write down every word it tells you,
Line by line, stanza by stanza.
She might just do the same
But only if she can hear you.
With a soul built to bring you to your knees.
Worship her words and fear their meaning.
Hands at her feet repent a life unenlightened.
Beg forgiveness from her cosmic iris
And pray she can hear you.
Weep at the majesty of her wisdom
And her absolute lack of it.
Watch her give birth through song
And cradle her newborn like it’s your own.
Write down every word it tells you,
Line by line, stanza by stanza.
She might just do the same
But only if she can hear you.
Published 1st Dec 2020
Author's Note
The last of my "love" poems for a little bit.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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