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The Female.
She is
A holy vessell
Mother of the son
The son of God
She is travelled
Experienced
Worn but never
Simply tried on,
She is
Gentle as the silk
On a butterfly's wing,
Deeper than the eye
The eye of Isis
Her heart, the heart
That pumped life
Into another,
And cradled it for 9 months
Within her.
Do not touch her-
You're not righteous,
If you must leave her-
Do not speak of her
If you must love her,
Love her in keeping with-
All of what you are seeing.
