Tuesday, November 4
She Is You, She is Me
Absolutely, she is me.
She is you. She is she!
Absolute in identity,
And absent in nothing.
All we lack is thee!
Absolved of everything,
I am set free.
You are she. She is you.
We are her. She is too.
Abrupt in word,
Abridged in war,
Absconding to joy,
Absconding to love,
Absconding for more.
Absent-mindedly and,
Wholeheartedly.
Absolutely, she is me.
She is you. She is she!
Braver than he,
Who breaks into me,
Who is broken in thee.
Last breaths, she breathes in.
Wipe my hands through the brail,
See if I feel, she feels, you feel.
Bruises or brands,
Marked in my hands.
Branches of life,
Or embrace of a wife.
Brewed flawlessly, of course,
In the breast of the source.
Absolutely, she is me.
She is you. She is she!
Braver than he,
Who breaks into me,
Who is broken in thee.
Carefully, she is me.
She is you, she is she!
You're careful, carefree.
Now freed, her leaves,
Or woman’s creed.
You follow a path,
The cargo is safe.
I carry with haste.
I’m carried away,
Carried with faith,
Carried to pave,
A path with caress.
A caress in your heart,
My heart, in her heart.
Carried to pave,
A path of caress,
In your heart.
Absolutely, she is me.
She is you. She is she!
Braver than he,
Who breaks into me,
Who is broken in thee.
Carefully, she is me.
She is you, she is she!
Destitute is he,
Who destroyed principally.
Who’s destruction of me,
Of you, of she,
Has chosen such destiny.
Desperately seeking,
From desert to Eden.
From deliverance to greed,
And from dust to dust,
Shall the dusk deliver,
Delivered and just,
Denial of reason.
You are she. I am you.
Dusted with light,
Sun and moon.
Absolutely, she is me.
She is you. She is she!
Braver than he,
Who breaks into me,
Who is broken in thee.
Carefully, she is me.
She is you, she is she!
Destitute is he,
Who destroyed principally.
Who’s destruction of me,
Of you, of she,
Has chosen such destiny.
Labels: On Being a Woman at War
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