PENSTROKES OF A QUEEN

[PENSTROKES OF A QUEEN]
THE MUSIC AND IT IS ESSENTIAL THAT YOU HEAR THIS...
http://youtu.be/kX4-OMWCdCc

Touch me...
Take these chains that have bound this body...this soul.
A weary traveler wandering city streets where queens walk amongst the ranks of man.
Breathe a part of thy life into these weary lungs that have smelled the stench of death...
The breath of a new babe as he opened his eyes...to light...to light.
The scent of thy perfume as it wafts from thine skin...
To fill the nether regions of a mans being.
Give these muscles the strengnth of thou caress...
Drifting in the spirals of thy hair...maps to the universe mine empress as we fade into time.
Water that falls on paper as these words are ripped from this hand by a fevered mind.
Penstrokes that turn into a picture of a woman painted in words...rendered in clarity.
I dwell in thee primaly... a piece of what we are...a piece of what we were.
Find me in the crevasses of thine femininity where we merge on molecular plateaus and create life...
Pieces of these souls falling into the future as these days pass us by like cool air.
Come my queen...
Touch me.

hamzahfaruq