I am in prayer. I am one hand, this Universe the other.
Your mouth on mine our bridge to cross and serve where we would go. Utopia of sensations the flesh could never know.
A heart needs only its own voice to do what is right.
You are not going to find yourself anywhere except right where you are.
The category "Women Poets" is bizarre and irrelevant. It's a subcategory of Poets, but there is not a "Men Poets" category.
The true poem rests between the words.