This Woman

what woman is this?

this woman who fills me

with her scent,

this woman who touches me,

as no other ever has,

this woman to whom I give

everything I have to give,

this woman who grows inside of me,

like some beautiful exotic flower;

this woman who brings life

once again;

in the stillness of the silent night,

I dream of her touch,

from the darkness of this prison cell,

I listen for her voice,

within the emptiness of

a forgotten time,

I live for her breath;

she is my religion,

she is my art;

she is my soul;

for her, I allow all barriers

to collapse,

for her, I climb up from

fathomless depths,

seeking the light once more.

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