I Am He Who Heeds When She Speaks

every word
she utters
sends me writing books

how can I capture
an essence
so elusive

hummingbirds
are put to shame
by the maneuvers
of her plume

she generates
rhythms that alter
the alters
of the oldest
and most stubborn

she puts a fresh coat of paint
on the temple
of a brand new mind

such genius
of eloquence
in a form so vivid

color runs screaming in suicide

it simply cannot compete
her words
are bells
and her movements
echo and vibrate
in the ether
for time
unimaginable

she secretes secrets

I have learned wisdom
as we wept
sweet with sweat

silent
in our sleep


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