Still…. –She.

Still, she is. ..

She –

she is… She is our air, the oxygen, the water when you swim…
she is in every single limb.

She is a rose, the tree, a garden that grows -inside of me,
she is a single blade of grass,
Yet…. She is the lawn.
She is the light you switched on.

.. She is every shade –
she has!

She has a name — you know this. Learn it, she is learning… You.
.. So know just who she is.

Every color, every combination of hue..
She is within– and she is –

You.

She – …is -the -moon,
she is each star.
Every car that passes.
She is a’las -this.

She is. ..
Each drop of rain, all water -fall.
She is all…

She wears a face that even she’s amazed by. ..
Must be- at least slightly
–A slightly -freckled nose,
She wears a shade of tan..
She is wo-man
She is womb —man.

Man, incite some hyper ventilation she, she can. .. she is…
she is the shade that shades that spot you made as … -All yours.
She is ..
An opportunity for intimacy.
She is an engagement —
She is the day the page went.

— The day it turned.

She plays on my taciturn but asks as it burns – her to question –

She asks you questions.

She is the ray that burned, burned with light.
She is what turns your night to morning light, she is the turn.
She turns your inside – to an upside-
down side is the frown from when she is not …. Not next to you. But around .. She must be… For she, she is.
Wishing she were here, wishing she were near.
but – she is.. omni- present.
So remind the mind
remember her presence
see her and she –
Even when
she
leaves you –
in spin mode –
In A
wash cycle ..

— she’ll have your head piece spinning – fast.
Quick as a quick –
quickened dash you’ll be gone in a place of want-
– in a quickened flash.
A quake – that. ..
Rumbles.
Your words are mumbles –
to her clear enunciation.
She’s taking you away –when.
Wondering where- where you floated away to. She is the way you —
want to be.
She leaves,
you
in search of ground.
Now -you are found.

Found to be lost.

Lost in her comet.

She is the rose petal that is found,
Just dressing the ground –
that invites her.
She writes her – her name on the day that she creates in. She is creation.

She is the long stem,
she wants to shed her thorns but instead adorns her beauty with these

.. she saves her guard posts in case..
She steels face ..

but she’d love to fall –
in soft cloud space.
She’d love to be in Love.
She would Love to Love.
If she could she would Love.
She would love with each cell.
She would love with her love.

She is Love.

A love
Lovely.
She is.

Lovely

She is

The love – of -me.

She is the stage – many men dive from
Women fly to see what she ..
what she is.
This stage is the place —
to be .. for she – she owns it
Watch her walk & fall
Know that all- all we do is ..
Get through — each day
She crawls through thought space
Runs through the mind of you..
Sprints in –to your blood as it streams
She has your dreams —
Beaming a spotlight on her – on center
Stage
so we – we
pray Pray to her.
As well as fight to stand – on her stage. Or.

Near her stage.

Or. We just pray.
Hope that hope is -as she is.
We wish that she – Lives – in this Love.
We wish that she –would never leave.
We wish.

She is — who you call ‘yours’.
She is.
All Yours.
She is..

She is a book that was already written. She’s already seen each of these –scenes, she’s now so ready for that next Act

she’s getting ready for the next play- she’s almost anxious.
She gives thanks to this…
This excite, this feel..
On some days she wishes it wasn’t this, this real. But it is now
now that she has – -to deal –

deal with it.

This evening is work, but she is leaving its hurt. Its hurt on her heels will be a pain for the past to peruse but she is used -to throwing pain in her past.
She has pain from –
her past – that past-
can’t be assuaged,
it can’t be considered
–except with great, great considerate care.

Consider it.

She speaks and what she says..

What She says
she says so clearly.
Her speech is she ..
delivered with a side.
But no – no way to satiate your soul
she speaks in an articulate
manner … She is an articulate mother

yes she takes her eyes.
Wakes them in a way that –
breaks – like waves.
Collapses when she lapses,
she leaves us. when she leaves.

But she — she
She is -the waves..
of your soul
She
Is. Eloquence.
She spells it –then, he repeats back to her.
The beat is back to her.
It’s her turn to take the sticks and bang on kits, tap her toes, paint what flows, take her shows…
Oh. And …show.
Show that she, she is …
All powerful, – full of power.

As for humans -she is nuanced.
Perfection. Yes. Perfection.
No exception -to this declaration.

Surely.

She is surely She
She can claim to have an imperfect way. Imperfect days make their
ways over to her, but it’s true – her –
is perfect.
It’s true.

Keats could see, even he-
he knew that she is True-
He saw her stated,
it’s been created,
He saw her and knew..
“‘Beauty IS Truth’ and that is all ye need to know. That is all.”

She is true.

The way she speaks, what she says.

Her laugh is lovely, she loves to see
you laugh, she loves to be the cause of your applause.
She holds pause– waits ..
waits patiently. She is patiently…
She is patience, daisies, sunflowers and chocolate kisses.

Waiting.

Wondering why??
Why have my dreams never quite transpired.
She wonders but she is higher. Hired for this, she was.

Tonight she’s admired, tomorrow she is ogled, the next day glanced at …
seen by eyes that glaze.. She tries the plays as they were laid in her play book.

If she made a book. What might its contents contain? Enter-tain-meant she’d explain when she went

She would write this, she would include all that came through -she
when she came to… To see.
To see and know,
how far her beauty truly goes.

To see.
And.
To Know.

How far her beauty truly goes.

She, she is. She. Still … Is.

Still… She–

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