Divinity Sleeps In Her Eyes..... New Poem I dedicated to my wife Stephanie Washington (Yah Fu “the Pen Bender”-Parks, Louisiana)

Her complexion reflects immortalized energy,
Divinity sleeps in her eyes.
She is a kiss of salvation in moments of interference;
Her intercessions are harmonized prayers & praise.
She explores evaluated sorrows of civilizations;
She understands heartache & the destruction of innocence’s.
She experienced her beauty tormented,
as a rape victim, more than once.
So her timeless whispers of crystallized melodies,
was motivated by spirit filled apologies.
So illuminated her image can’t be measured!
Imagine a love so addictive,
you must embrace survival interventions to comprehend it.
When patience’s immobilize forgiveness,
Humility dances with foundation.
So her essence is baptism immersed in uncivilized circumstances,
She praises her Father in agonizing worship,
for a generation living in despair!
She is anointed; she is desire,
Manifested angelic spectrum of fire.
Impregnated divine delegation of a saxophone’s anthem,
Speaking fragments of celestial language from post creation distortion. Speaking breathing moonbeam mantras
Chanting KINDNESS! MERCY!
So I put her beauty in remembrance, Magical, ethereal, intrigue,
She’s intrigue-balancing complication.
She’s complication of guts & aura.
Her aura transfigures bitterness & darkness,
appearing a translucent intoxicating sunlight!
Appearing power & vulnerability!
Appearing crimson & majestic!
A Glorious magnetic image serenade in blood & struggle,
Marinade in rivers & earth!
She’s the simplicity of God elevated in realms of blues & projects, Sabotaging deception & twisted agendas with a heavenly influence!

(Sing) She travels in idolizing cities
with out stretch hands she gives in the name of love!
Her sacrifices are beautiful as a dove,
so her tears I remember deep in my heart & soul!

Her complexion reflects immortalized energy Divinity sleeps in her eyes.

©All Rights Reserved Lafayette Poetry Community Yah Fu “the Pen Bender”
Monday, August 19, 2013 11:58PM

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