Song I wanna send
To ears these lips cannot reach
Talkin’ about heav’n
Doris, known to me
Classic, we women of yore
Allowing these men
Original Thought Credit: “To the woman, God said…he will rule over you.” Genesis 3:16
I, on an iceberg
Were it sunny, could withstand
All treacherousness
She comes deeper down
They, in the rush to love her
Neglected respect
Safe. Us, together.
Words. Protection for the skin.
We need them. Sometimes.
Now to taste our storm
To embrace it while looking
In eachother’s eyes
More light, less reason
Pressing on retinal cells
Explosion of love 
Direct us to truth
Again with your fingertips
Again with your mouth
Inhale, exhale, flex
Metaphorical muscle
Hope, then faith, then love
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