A Woman’s Prerogative

Celestial souls in captivity
Hearts obscured in the illumination of enlightenment
Reality tasting the remnants of whispered desires
Blowing on hushed notes
A bed of winter blanketing the denials of caressing rapture

Once beautifully entwined
Falling stars gathered at our feet
Heaven cradled us in its morning glory
Sacred temples beautifully locked in abyss of infinity

Once laid bare your naked soul to me
In the cathedral of ecstasy
Christening my body on the altar of your passion
Surrendering moans dripping from the confession of my lips
In the depth of euphoria
Surrendering unto its fallen grace
 
The fragrance of lovers we wore
Or bodies crowned
Worshiping, bathing
Consecration as you submerged my Chi

Delighting in me the gifts of my carnal ambrosia
Closing my eyes as our scent slowly dissipates in the wind
Echoes without merit
Soft harmonic love notes faltering

Erratic heartbeats
Deafening in the sweetest surrender of its cadence
Kisses blending the shadow of our existence
Stained lips in nigh

Onto the throne of ether
Bathe my mind with wisdom
Cleanse my naked soul in truth
Guild the freedom of my spirit to the hereafter
My footprints marked, engraved    
  
The sweetest tidal wave of time washed upon the sands of time  
Whispers, oh thy sweet whispers  
Sinking me, moments stealing sheds of me left  
My vessel of existence falters, yet divinity belies within its touch  

Where art thou woman  
I am here, I am now
My palms open to unite with Mother Nature’s gentile creed  
Yet bowing unto the world, healing the body with a gentle of ease  
My heart, my mind, my soul  
Trinity adopted through the passage of the womb    
  
Earth survival to the mightiest  
Walking with arms out, the world, give unto me in its entirety  
Framed snapshots of lives  
Tears of time, for the fallen, the persecuted, the whoremonger, the Jezebel  
  
Oh, sweet Mary Magdalene glory to be for the sins of woman's humanity
Even the helm of Jesus’ garment was touched for the taste of its salvation  
The conviction of one’s soul lost  
Is the obscurity purpose in the absence of a sacred dimension to patrol  
  
From the cocoon of darkness into the light  
Spiritual blessed and anointed in our beautiful nakedness    
Clothed by society hatred, jealousy, greed  
To allow a woman to be exalted by the regality of her presence  

Life is.... a woman’s prerogative