Magician’s Scarf

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Who each woman is

Does she smell like lavender fields

More worthy of obsession with each passing Day

Why the fabric of her dress upon her skin causes men to sing?

The Earth springs forth, as I imagine, musical notes with her every step. Yes.

Such passion must she follow, as to leave us inspired

Her smile draws from an endless-deep joy well

Words from her soul have him come hither, a pulling of magician’s scarf

In You

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They were both tall and brunette
And, also like me, with child(ren)

Gentle in purpose, were we
We three moved through our space with womanly grace

Believing and knowing life was bigger than us
And yet, still, we seemed bigger than life

That day I felt my foot slip, I stumbled so slightly
My sister in her mind, offered assistance to me

She and I noticed your absence of hand
Upon her, the higher, we felt your eyes land

What was it, we wondered, you’d hoped to achieve
Moving your heart from the woman who’d believed

In you

I Miss You

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Good traveler
Good traveler
Companion
Brother
Friend

Only you could reason with the voice inside my head

When your crazed dog turned on me
I opened wide the door
As lesser lovers ran from you
I prayed and asked for more

And I miss you
Is that alright?
I miss the man I made

I want you back
Your reckless words
Our talks sustained my Days

Vapor Lock

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50 unfamiliar women, I was
A dozen different lifetimes, I lived
Shapeshifting to please
I tried
Never did we lock eyes
Despite my howl from the depths
My grasping to create
Some connection
I, the only one
Vaporized
Grieving, mourning who we’d be

First Of All

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I am not God
But I know a truth
So I will say what

Let us recreate Woman
What the divine image!
Be she blessed

Let us grant her dominion
See these creatures
In need of a fruitful goddess

Let us know her abundance
Let us call her good
Let us rest

Doubt

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Somebody tell that man there are only so many starlit nights we’re allowed, that the sands of time won’t stop collecting around my ankles, that I’m beginning to believe that Stardust is my maiden-voyage name, and that surely I will soon sink in this sea….

Sunshine Peak

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Once a mountain there was
And a woman most worthy
As any woman is

Taking aim, then falling away
With purposeful looking
Set sight on a different mountain

On being a different woman
And she is allowed
As any woman is