Her eyes inherit the lush of Asheville’s forest,
Imbibe the depth of seven great lakes,
And I am lost in them.
Her heart offers solace to both a slut and an angel,
Sings the songs of the eternal dance of life with death,
And I find myself there.
Please, let me wander through your boundless realms,
Let me drink the nectar of your tears
When you cry out ancestral prayers.
Let me attend all the events of your soul.
Let me rest in your silent embraces.
Your eyes that know worlds.
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