To pass on me, with love – in thought

Stream of thought, coasting-  nasty word, a stinging bee, begins a cycle: worry, about g,

Thrusting thought wave of poesy, praying tide, shifts the path of progress,

Evolved, a way sought inside, dancing feet shake off thought from my mind,

Struggling to find the woman I’m becoming within, in mad poetry, my duende,

Cancelled zero patriarchy, submitting finally to a woman goddess – my Reality,

I could cry it chokes like streams of thought on a tide, at untouched yearning, a frenzy,

Failing utterly, the woman spirit, I, calling your soul, powerless to possess, and restless

Draw my bow, my poem, shoot my love, my arrow, from afar, to your phone: push and pull