Multilayered
Complex
Hauntingly beautiful
Full of grace
If only one could capture,
Secure it
Hide it in plain sight
Or perhaps lock away in a dungeon
I hid her away for ages
Fearful of desecration
Resenting the worlds brutality
In truth, she deserves all of the roses
Molten-led whispers along her spine
Sweet kisses, foot massages
Divinity in the arch of every limb
Basking in her sublime time
As fine as well-aged wine
Sipping from her lips, I find my peace
Oh, this deeply-rooted woman
Her cries are my anguish
Her heart my salve
Peaking into the heavens I capture her grace
Teasing her light, balancing unconditional rapture on slick fingertips
Then shoving fingertips down her throat
She bursts into a symphony of luminous rays
When they saw black and white
She saw the world in color
A special woman, the feminine, the anima,
Yin
The Great Mother
Heaven!
The root, so deeply rooted
Attempting to siphon her light—she forever remains luminous
She brings weakness to my knees;
Clearing my minds eye
Easing my soul
The embodiment of heaven—
Love without the illusion of control
Genuinely Jannah 