Language Love.

Believe in the ability of language to heal. Let these butterfly and love-laced words infuse your Spirit with the joy from the Cosmas: the feminine genius of consciousness. Ascend.

Sunday, January 30, 2011


Black Goddess, dark in the night
Giving angels their wings for flight
Spinning around coconut and orange groves in Islands and Florida
Stopping in Georgia to smell a peach,
Hillside mountains like Minnesota
Her curves, well within your reach
If your hands were to create the perfect silhouette
Her body would be only mutely modeled
Your hands wander and you squrim,
you ain't get there yet
Her eyes mesmerizing you like a young toddle
And a sweet scent of Connamon she left on the Holy Land
Her honey brwon fingertips touching the Soul of Man
Adding more color to the night
Giving angels their wings for flight
Arousing many, yet taking no man as a prisoner
To her love and seductress glow though, they would all surrender

Blindly hunted by the meeks of men,
The sun glowing from her face
Her arrogance is well-respected, well-deserved even

Look at her sashay
Natura moevements of heartbeats, eye blinks, baby steps
Like the man whose grazed hands frame her silhouette
As Naturel as crysatl blue water found on Caribbean seas
Her cinnamon-scented kisses leave behind the sand of the world's beaches

Her breath breathes wind at the coolest of times

Her smile as wide as the sky, bright as the month of July

Her skin, still Dark as the darkest of nights
Giving angels their wings for flight

Naree' Renelle Post.

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