Shattered hearts are when a friend approaches
And no longer greets you with open arms
Warmth is replaced with civility…
And I have to pick up the pieces
Of my heart on bended knee
And pretend it doesn't hurt.
How can we share the passion
That others make rise in us
When the objectification of one personally
Is applied,
And confusingly is shared with others
The double standard makes my
heart spin.
When men cat call do they care?
Do they think they are being complimentary?
I don't think I know what I am doing any more
I respond not just to shape and form but
frequency and soul
I don't think that I can
Change that I am so moved
By the energy that emanates
From the women that I fall
In love with every day…
And I cannot explain
Not In earth words anyway.
IT sucks that it gets misconstrued
For sex in this world
Rather than love
Or intimacy…
I feel and see the explosion
Of love and light
That they invoke in me.
