God is a Woman

Feign softly,
recursive splendor
for my heart’s timbre
clatters sullenly
absent such repose.

Gently, is her night.
A plush, velvet longing, cloaked in resplendent poise.
A chalice, cased darkly. A perfect architecture.
Beholden of nations, bearer of quiet, desirous ruin.

Reeling, is her draught,
ambergris replete upon a furtive shore.
Whispered, earthy sighs, murmuring anima,
stolen freely from an ancient, nectarous maw.

Take softly,
recursive splendor
for my heart’s timbre
clatters sullenly
absent such repose.

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5 thoughts on “God is a Woman

  1. Harbour Admin

    One of the reasons I like this poem so much is because GOD IS A WOMAN. Women’s rights, etc, are still an issue in the modern age.

    I’m not sure if that’s what you were meaning to portray, but I like it anyway.

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