(It is always on my heart. Always.  Day 241..)

It’s all in her eyes, you and me.  Words just disguise all of the things that you be…

I can strip this song of its eroticism with one carefully placed comma
One pause on the fetishism of women with lovely
Lovely brown skin
To acknowledge the relative bond we have to them spiritually.

You must be my soul, sister.
You are that breath between the divine and mortal
That reminds me why I’m alive
And the blessing it is to have goddesses walk among me.

You must be
My soul
I may live without you
But I don’t want to
I pray that should I leave
That God Himself
Takes care of you.