I Hope She…

I Hope She

I hope she finds…

Finds, Discovers and disrobes

that soul, standing on a soil slightly distant from where she is…

I hope she finds, discovers and disrobes all that which is fleeting..

I hope she meets him –in an eternity, an eternal forest fire of forever. This place where passions thread,
desire is soon dead without its direction to tread ahead on. For both beings, both parties,
both meet in a middle seat,
Both become.
All desire is done. Done met, done satisfied, I hope she is at once satisfied.

I hope she meets him… In a place
of possibility..
A place where her exterior —
Her shell, her skin, her noteworthy covering, hers is surely worth its value.
… Her appearance will caress your senses, yes, of course
your –
-organs for which perception is perceiving through
Believe me– you
will see a truly explained beauty.
Her beauty is explained …
Your eyes will water
with an almost pained
thirst to rehydrate, to quench this

seeming need to see -this she.

But it’s her soul that breathes,
Her soul that leaves through each pore
This. Is what you’re seeing.

for it is her surface that lives so vivid in your senses… it is

But please
….. Halt

in all
its fine, unmatched intelligence,
its hyper-relevance. It is
an eloquence of a sight.
Yes, yes, indeed. Now ease

I hope she finds that he who minds
I hope she finds
he That minds her
her greatness.

I hope she finds her greatness.
I hope.

I Hope She