God's daughter

 Whatever she touched, she
      Was in.
Whatever she breathed,
She inhaled into her Soul.
  Not like Love. Not like possession. Not like invasion.
   Something else.
Like an unknown tune of music stuck in my head, she was there,
  Playing hours like notes as if my Thoughts were piano keys.

  Not like a symphony.
Not like a collaboration.
    Not like Consent.
Not with Force Either.
        She was...
   Something else, playing through.
  She left me weak.
     She left me fiercely Stronger
She set me apart from all others
  She left me inside the thoughts of her dreams.
   Not like Force
        Not like Consent.

Like Wine Drunk on itself.