The safety of her heart,treasured from the start,
opens a portal,
a chasm,
through which reality comes apart.
No more “he said, she said”.
It’s not about events.
Focus comes off of behavior,
and moves toward what’s heaven sent.
An abundance of kiss,
rays of coherence.
It’s not just that she longs for love,
it’s what truly makes sense.
Why have all these men been blind to the treasures of her heart?
Why has she been taken for granted?
This world is designed around the shopping cart.
It’s not just standards she needs,
she has to be the reality check.
Standards create a minimum.
Reality is infinitum.
Lazy love burns bridges, and takes tolls.
Kissing frogs, relating with trolls.
She must be for herself,
the true fierce devotee,
to the divine mother within,
standing in an evervescant soliloquy.
