Her Hymn

God is a woman; take it from a woman who knows

I saw her once just before dawn,

Her beautiful brown body faintly glowed

As she sat there in the early morning, naked and smoking.

I watches as she breathed in the air deeply

And shivered oh so slightly on the exhale.

My paramour had come to me in the night,

So I slipped away from life again.

She was the night that came in all its features.

Then her form was a smooth black emptiness

Silent and still within her motion and strain

Inside and about my fragile human flesh.

And now, in the dawn she stands there with her firm

Love and gazed longingly at me on the bed,

with my wrinkled hands and neck and sagging breasts

and my droopy morning eyes dull like coal,

Before i put on my makeup for the world.

She made love to me in the dawn and held me near.

To the first morning with a little sigh

and a little kiss of fog around my body.

woman to woman, beginning to beginning again.

She watered my withered skin with sweat.

I've seen God in my prayers, blurry and undefined.

I've seen God in my bed, real , and warm , and kind.

God is a woman , take it from a woman who knows