She has soul
in her bowl
of overflowing fire -
thoughts bringing light
and light, its own choir.
I am the song
that she sings
and brings forth
like a gift to the world that should be,
her true north.
She has soul
(my black whole)
and I am her black phoenix,
her heavenly helix,
her melody’s lyrics.
I am the song,
the sunrise of her dream
her prince to my queen
who can only be me because
she has soul.
©04.22.18 ebn
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