woman, who owns my soul already,
warm me with your ways
and flesh may be the reflection
of a sharing and caring and
upliftment of your tenderness
into the heavens of kindness.
let into your deepest soul corners
my care and touch
touch me as we ascend upward
together
owner of my soul,
be tender
owner of my soul,
be the fire when i am the cold
the sugar when I am salt
owner of my soul,
we are an upward spiral
swirling
fingers twirling, dancing clockwise
around the golden glow of your coins
fruit of the loins
of real devotion
FREE but voluntary submission
to our oneness with all
your offering accepted
and I up the ante
wholly you are
the daughter of god
a light shining of perfect femininity
reflecting other's value
as one we experience god
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem