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_Rift
Look at her split the world
a vortex, a rift
not sitting in the room
but the room surrounding her.
the look in her eyes suggests age (suggests knowledge beyond)
but her youthful grace,
and her charged eyes speak of audacity
unburdened by society,
infinitely wise:
her aura beating electricity
right into,
speak to me on wave-lengths invisible
inaudible, undetectable
through her eyes to mine
undetectable energy transfer
she is catharsis,
the marrow in the bone
the driver of the piston,
the spark that sets it all aglow;
without mysticism,
not trick nor trade
driving by force alone
and that is I wish to share her,
and not completely own-
to kiss her subtle lips,
-like I have not another
she is my god, my shepherd, my idol
all she speaks is true,
and her laughter...
and her laughter...
and her laughter makes me laugh
like I've never laughed before
and am only beginning to learn how
she is my teacher / she is my rapture
I will put my words my precious little words
I will put them on the altar
and she will either burn them
OR BURN ME AWAY!
How I live to be slain but,
I am not the uke, I will not be thrown
and I will not force,
as her beauty lies in her independence
How I live to be smited
and how I am smitten
I'd stand up to be her equal;
and I'd sit to marvel in her eclipse
she is beautiful,
an embodiment of that which always will be
or all that ever could be
-at once.
So I'll give her my words
and hope that they are enough
to see that I'm not a pauper
and am worthy of her regality
it's all that I could ever ask
all I could ever ask,
"Am I worthy now?"
"Am I worthy now?"
"My love, am I worthy now?"
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