G

Embodied soul gift body is yours

It’s “thou” who turns me on

My body for you ensouled

Her from whose mouth

The conch shell blasts

The tides do ebb and flow

But people born from more than

Earth, wind, rain, and fire, in

Moulds, sexism, homophobia

Do populate the world

Women with two opposite faces

Love and jealousy

And how they gather in the group

And turn each face

For to decide fortune and fate

And how we fell in love

In all this –

I had thought the thunderclap

Of your love, could

Disperse the gathering hate

It’s hard to say, G

You’re “only human”

Seems an insult, but in

Your body wherein

Is all my own, that body in which

My soul lies waiting to be born

Thou art Woman

Divine as any god formed

Know, with the batting of an

Eyelash, I am your own