She Ra By Jay Whitney
She incites me to write
But I'm jealous to share this moment of
Intimacy with ink and papyrus so at times it seems I despise my quill
Its an ANCIENT LOVE; so esoteric many historians before me frustrated their own hearts with failed attempts to find her
She possesses ancient VIRTUES
Empowering me to build great pyramids in jet black sand
And she loves me
Permitting me to
Scribble letters in hieroglyphics BEAUTIFYING the sacred walls of her SANCTUARY with my graffiti
I will leave her
Though only for a LIFETIME so that I can return to rediscover her hidden TREASURES again and again
Decoding new SECRETS
Reading the encrypted messages of her heart
Keeping her emotions SAFE
Holding her closer to me than MELANINS warm embrace I LOVE HER
Shes sweeter to my senses than myrrh
She UNDERSTANDS me and I KNOW her
She is I and I am her and we are ONE
I call her BEAUTIFUL
But SHE is SUN
SHE is POWER
SHE is Poetry.
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She RaShe Ra By Jay Whitney She incites me to write But I'm jealous to share this moment of Intimacy with ink and papyrus so at times it seems I despise my quill Its an ANCIENT LOVE; so esoteric many historians before me frustrated their own hearts with failed attempts to find her She possesses ancient VIRTUES Empowering me to build great pyramids in jet black sand And she loves me Permitting me to Scribble letters in hieroglyphics BEAUTIFYING the sacred walls of her SANCTUARY with my graffiti I will leave her Though only for a LIFETIME so that I can return to rediscover her hidden TREASURES again and again Decoding new SECRETS Reading the encrypted messages of her heart Keeping her emotions SAFE Holding her closer to me than MELANINS warm embrace I LOVE HER Shes sweeter to my senses than myrrh She UNDERSTANDS me and I KNOW her She is I and I am her and we are ONE I call her BEAUTIFUL But SHE is SUN SHE is POWER SHE is Poetry. |