THE MAIDENHEAD
AT HER OASIS
She wore her slivered presence like an ancient,
beautiful cloak - under the sunlight, around the trees,
and through every sort of alcove and alley there was.
Nowhere could any other be found to outdo her in
grace and intention. Starry light under golden sky.
I once took a moment more than was due, to peer
back at her, passing, and watch what she left.
That golden light and starry sky, however it was
just said and mentioned, tries its best to describe
what I mean. I cannot speak or say what it is -
glory and fire, echo, and the roar of sound.
All these things were trailing her, all things
such as these seemed to abound, and her
wake was filled with sizzling presence.
She wore her slivered presence like an ancient,
beautiful cloak - under the sunlight, around the trees,
and through every sort of alcove and alley there was.
Nowhere could any other be found to outdo her in
grace and intention. Starry light under golden sky.
I once took a moment more than was due, to peer
back at her, passing, and watch what she left.
That golden light and starry sky, however it was
just said and mentioned, tries its best to describe
what I mean. I cannot speak or say what it is -
glory and fire, echo, and the roar of sound.
All these things were trailing her, all things
such as these seemed to abound, and her
wake was filled with sizzling presence.
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