The essence of her aroma...
causes me to breathe
in uncontrolled gasps
reaching out to her so..
she will know that i
am part of her
spewed from her womb
as an infant from its mother
Will she acknowledge that i am the servant...
and She, the one most worthy ....of that service
Will she allow her beauty
to be.. scarred by untender hands..
be suffocated with untruths and imorality?
Torn from her contents
razed by the weakest of the weak....
and made to weep?
because of sadistic birthing become
the least of the least?
Her breast-plate is strong
Her spear is honed to perfection
penetration will not occur
Her chastity will remain unspoiled....
gate-keeper for all
She endures for her servants
Her greatness is given from love
She is from a promise.