The Many Falling Queens

Young girl, I pray you see these vultures hovering over you.
They prey on innocence.
Taking blood when able.
How can you decipher their evils?
My young one, they will come bearing gifts
of perfumed prose,
that may seem heartfelt but is rather a memorized eulogy.
Silky phrases that plead the divergence of legs,
and the raising of hips.

Young girl, I pray you believe your worth.
Immeasurable and unquantifiable.
Young girl, I pray you learn to love the broken reflection.
Tender and complex.
Young girl, it might seem like you will never win,
in this game of greed and falling queens.
But know this
That the worst of the vultures,
that suck you dry, leaving you hollow and barren
They are birthed
out of you

The beauty of creation

Pulling him to her breast,
She realized what she feared was the newness.
The feeling that perhaps
This moment had never occurred before and so,
the burden of creating something completely new had been given to them:
these young reckless lovers.
Who knew nothing more than to give of themselves,
Hungry, not to conquer but to be conquered.
They reeked of passion,
blinding and burning.
But even in the midst of passion,
She found herself gasping and wondering if the burden was too heavy.
As she moulded her body alongside his,
would this be enough?
She realized what she feared was the newness.
The beauty of creation that lay in the sandy horizon
And the failure of never reaching it,
blanketed her naked statue.

And here I am,

I place the intricate,

yet delicate puzzle pieces of my heart into your hands.

 

Love me with your soul.

 

I give myself freely,

without cost…with price…

only with a need-

 

Love me with your soul

 

I open to you alone,

my deepest wounds, 

my darkest fears…in hope that you will-

 

Love me with your soul.

 

Let your heartbeat caress the mappings of my mind.

 

Love me with your soul.

 

Let the reflections of your joy be  mirrored into my heart.

 

Love me with your soul–

 

That ours maybe a quiet love

A love of little words and actions understood only by us.

So…

Let me love you with my soul.