God might own a skirt...

there was a woman with a name like sugar
sweet to the ears
melted to the touch
she had skin of gold and a spirit from the saints themselves
she had a voice of angels playing in gardens her soft hands planted
her eyes were so brown that chocolate envied her
and cocoa mimicked her scents
there was a woman whose touch made love common
she had a rare mind
a rare soul
there was a woman
who reminded humanity that there was something strictly divine about the wounds we share
the tears we've cried
the screams left alone in dark rooms and words stifled in journals hidden behind wooden dressers
there was a woman who spread her love like nutrients from a mother's womb to a hungry child
there was a woman whose path was laced with dandelions and spikes and she she maneuvered through waves and storms
never stirring her elegance
never disturbing her grace
never teasing her character
there was a woman who lived through her pain, danced through her darkness and kissed the lips of cruel words
there was a woman
and you said hello to her, waved quickly, didn't even bother to look her in the eyes
you said goodbye as quick as you came
now you struggle seeking answers to questions
here's one to ease your wandering mind
your heaven was on earth but you got distracted like hell
and now you're looking to a God for a woman, you knew and dismissed
you will kneel tonight with your eyes closed and your hands clasped
asking for her
never realizing she's not answering you...