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The journey is her beginning,

In naïvité as a child

A restless woman coursing

The woman as the river wild........

Sweeping her in guiding pools

The fabric waves of her release

To breathe the savory excitement

Into a torrent crease...............

Her acquiescence is her portrait

To accept the leap of faith

The water colored portrait

Strokes the grandiose wraith.........

All or nothing he manipulates

Her lines of form erase

The sea his brush of harshness

Her soft skin can not embrace............

Her demands are all her nothing

Encased in a woman's form

His marks are of his nothing

As twain she waits to be reborn............

She demands nothing

Most content when he is pleased

Allowing she to be reborn

Trusting the design

Felt even as she burns

With the marks left behind

Even in a lonely place

When he must rest

Before he can work on her again

POWERFUL!