Woman

 Woman

 

The best of a man is the inner understanding a muse brings out.

The whisper of a gentle breeze that entombs the soul w/a low vibe.

Striving to be the best, just to qualify myself for a moments glimpse.

To understand what nectar taste like; is to be lost in a feminine equator.

Understanding a union that’s blessed, frequency modulated on the same

Wavelength.

The best of what I can be, I see reflected in her eyes�"it inspires me!

Our souls share one heart, our minds massage each outer w/knowledge.

If I fail to be the man she sees in me or needs me to be then I failed.

But I won’t, because I can’t, because it’s that extra sugar that keeps me energetic,

That support that keeps me pushing on, that love that shimmers

 only in dying man’s tears!

From the elixir of love, compassion travels across synapses enter the skip of

 my heart beat because; it harmonize with your heart cries and the tears from your eyes,

brings out the tender me. Compassion is the death of most men, but for me it’s the nectar of life.

I vibe in a heaven created by our magnetic connection. If I lose my compass, lend me your sextant and I find my way back.

Mallah-Divine Mallah