Good morning, sun.
And good morning to the girl
who sits quietly and smiles,
amused by it all.
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Tag: Woman
These hours of twilight.
How soft they have been,
like rain on a dusty summer road.
Here I am.
A woman, at last.
Home in the truth
of this soft heart of mine.
A rose of musk in bloom
this day.
And every day beyond.
I am a wildfire.
Where the flames fan wide
and the blue ripples split
the deep orange stream.
I cannot control what is wild and free.
I cannot control
a wildfire
like me.
Wade me in the waters of sensuality,
sweet ocean of mine.
Show me the girl that I am.
Call to me the woman that rises
within.
