The Feminine Christ

Whispers, whispering at three, four, five in the morning....seemingly on repeat.

What does it look like?

What does it look like - The Feminine Christ?
 
I get up. I write.
 
Did I get it?



What does it look like:
The Feminine Christ?
I’ll show you mine
if you’ll show me yours
The men with life in them stay
The men in their egos keep away
Others waver, when they see the murder
in my naked eye
The women?
The women....
fail to recognise how soul can be divine
Sisters,
can you unmask your face
and smite a man
with just your innocence?
Put it down
your preciousness
and let him know The Bride


‘What does it look like?’, he asks.
‘It looks like my love for you’, she answers
 
‘Remember...’

Run your fingers through my hair
feel the trust from me to you
Be gentle with me
as I know you are
How do you speak to me
over the eons?
Did I love you before?
How many times
that I would watch you like a star?
Run your fingers through my hair
and let me touch your cheek
golden winds playing between us
Lay beside me and gaze deeply
It's astonishing that you're here
and yet so simple
Destiny that we would love each other
Run your fingers through my hair
and share the view with me
Infinity, pink on the horizon
Will we join with it all?
Come, love me
draw close to me
and run your fingers through my hair
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