I see you. I need you. Quench my thirst. Spark my fire and inspire my verse. Cause me to let out the lion’s roar …with your name in the growl. The sweet Goddess. I need my Muse. Awaken my spirit and give me strength with your attentive Beauty. Demand that I stand strong in the winds of change and in the dull moments, pull the inventive fire from my gut. And I will demonstrate the potency of your power (womb)manifested through art. The world will soon recognize the impenetrable nature of our existence and part like black sea. Allowing space for you and me. We create naturally.