she enkindled my
aliveness
-
she
could
feel the
earth as
it took her
into the flux
and motion of
elements buried
deep beneath the
surfaces of her skin's
lithe edge of existence
-
she
stepped
out of
the primal
wilderness
and into
her nature's vestige,
to bear
witness
to the barren landscape
of her
hollow modern, vacuous encounters
-
she
held
on to her
unbroken
elemental,
hardwired
superego
-
days spent in her visceral summer trance,
of being a carefree disciple of everything
and nothing
were long gone now,
just flashes on the hot sand
-
she let the black river's
magus conjure her mojo
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she is a rare experience
شِعر'she is a rare experience' is volume 1 of a series of works that explores one man's poetic deep dive into the spiritual, metaphysical and earthly dimensions of the female psyche, form and soul. These words flow from the author's perceived inner trut...
