Down down there
Deep deep in the hidden recesses
There lies a little space
Vacant and welcoming…
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To thee I submit, there lies before me the submit button, but press it with care for a woman's wrath shall burn like full sun on bare back
A woman's surrender in her man's arms spells a death as well as her rebirth. Remarkable, really.
A beautiful description of feminine angle of creative-sport and it is done with passion, knowledge, aesthetics and serenity. Liked it so much Indira. Thank you so much for the blissful expression of joy personified.
A beautiful poem of faith and trust...sincere love...and certainly a socially correct (politically?) write, in the sense that ' a woman does rarely submit herself', even though trust must be the key ingredient for surrender. But when a woman does 'surrender'...'every nth part of herself '' this bond must never be broken. Otherwise, you may wish a tsunami taking you for a swim. My humble respect for women EVERYwhere. Enjoy this poem. Blessings. Leonard
‘…Only to be reborn in his hands…’ And you conclude ‘…Every nth part of her self/And her world is surrendered/To him, alone! ‘… And it is a TALL YES …truly into the feminine pitch… Thanks Ma’am 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK