in Reverence
In Awe
I bow
In Reverence
To Her
She knows exactly what is needed
in every moment,
Exactly who She is for
To some, She gives
a drop
To others, a flooding
Some, a tsunami
To some, a gentle river
Lapping waves, and
Crashing
She doses her medicine
In the perfect amount
She goes where she is called. Where she is desired. Where she can feel echoes
Of herself
She is cold and bitter
A fire in the dark
Mountains
She dresses her arms
Like clouds
Around every bend
Her tendrils touch
where they are meant to
Her song is heard only
By those who can Hear
She has a depth, unreachable
A bottomless
Writhing
Pit
It is a Remembering.
She has endless capacity, endless
Flow
She cradles and elicits chills
At the same time
She wants union
She wants a Return
She wants her nature, expressed
in human form
For her, I open myself
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