Hold Her Whole.
Parts make whole
Me now as forever lets go
Is seen when less is blind
That which never hides
Being is all parts that make whole.
Me between a white canvas and make red
Sunburnt kisses with stories to tell
And touches with words to yell
Curled toes curled tangles
We, whole, entwined in heaven’s climax.
Me as I write and erase then be
A singing silhouette of soul
Palette of colour presenting to the world
A masterpiece never seen before
Judged and hurt but loved by she
Not fighting for equality. No
Fighting to be
She is different parts but whole woman
And if she cared to be,
She could be part man too.
Hold her whole.