A WOMAN
Like water
Does a woman
Yield to the shape of the vessel she bears
The weight she holds
She carries like concrete and mortar
Waterlogged in the anchorages
Like sodden bales of fabric
She hoists as though were tousled feathers in her hair
The strength of warhorses
With wings made of steel
The clangor of altruism
And charity
That is she
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TENDER Kisses
Lustful dare he have my heartCome to shatter it bear With shards made of lightning bolts
THE ANCHORAGE
There came the fiery loughIn a cavern not too far awayI retreated to the firth of your benign an
Two Faced
It was in a peculiar placeWhere time erasedYour mask bore a fraudulent smile
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