Spoken word by the spiritual poet

This thought was inspired by the way men and women who constantly find themselves entrapped in an endless parade of seemingly perpetual malignant relationships which leaves them bitter, heartless, hopeless and devoid of trust seeking vengeance because they fail to recognize they’re designed differently.  Until we acknowledge and accept in large part that men are primarily visually oriented and women are emotionally oriented and a healthy balance of love, respect and reciprocity is a required recipe for success, this unhealthy pattern will continue.  More could be said but I’ll hold my thought and let you read on.

“I Am More than Flesh of Your Flesh and Bone of Your Bone; I Am Soul of Your Soul”

I desire you to have and to hold for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, during blessings and curses till death do us part.  Yet still, you do not enter the inner sanctuary of my soul where I long to love you but you lay and lust in the outer parlors of my pleasure.  You look into my eyes and are entranced, stroke the silk of my skin and are seduced, meet the satin surface of my lips and become turgid, enter me and climax into ecstasy.  But I am more than an ideological indulgence, more than an epiphany of ecstasy, more than a portal of pleasure, more than an object of obsession, and more than an aroma, arousal, and reason for your rise, release and respite from the worries of your world.

I long for the day when you will awake with the full revelation of woman that transcends her buxom body, woman that transcends the thunder in her thighs, woman that transcends the wooing in her walk, woman that transcends the temptation of her tress and woman that transcends her seductive silhouette against the star light skies of your night.  Yes, I desire you to see woman as the matriarch of man.  Woman as the quintessential queen that is the glory and crowning of kings and kingdoms; woman the formidable female whose mind weighs in on par with the mighty men of valor, king of kings and lord of lords over nations and generations for decades and dynasties.  Woman that embodies the royal legacy, wealth, and wisdom of this world.  Woman as the soul and sole provider of nurture by God’s nature to all humanity; a boundless inheritance, boundless abundance and blessings that transcends her boundless beauty.

My heart aches and longs for you to be true to yourself, your word and true to your God.  For the maxim declares a man’s heart cannot be arrested by the fetters of love as his allegiance to the will of the flesh breaks his fidelity under its duress.  Is this who you really are, the atomic dog, empty words void of commitment and meaning who is feign and foreign to fidelity and whose sum bidding is to fulfill the self-seeking, self-serving insatiable hedonistic super ego of the flesh?  Am I really just a transient pursuit, a mood altering moment, an assumed consummation, accomplishment and watermark in the conquest of copulation?  Am I just another consensual collateral casualty impaled on your egotistical penetrating prideful prowess?  Has your prerogative always been to leave a vestige of vile vehement acute anger and hate in the wake of your wickedness?  Tell me it isn’t so; for when God made man after his image, it was the crowning of his creation and dawning of this dispensation as he paused and said, “it was good”.

Oh, I desire so for you to love me from the center of my soul.  Lay down with me and create eternal music and magic forever immortalized in my memories and my morrows. Touch my spirit with your words of inspiration and caress my confidence with the stroke of your manly role as provider and curator of my soul, your inheritance and fond foundation.  Touch my love with your language of fidelity, commitment and loyalty then you will find the inner me, a woman without walls and infinite possibilities who has become one with you for eternity, inextricably inseparable akin to the Trinity.   For I am more than flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone; I am soul of your soul.