Let the Lady Speak

Let the lady speak
For in words she finds
A garden where pixies dance
Effortless, endless—ly
Humming happy tunes,
Where the earth
Gives birth to flowers
Rare, blooming in tender hues,
And the sky, a prism
Of the world it always shelters
But can never touch.

In words the lady dances
Under the rain, flashing
A smile of satisfaction.
She dips her legs in rivers, muddling
silk skirts, silken skin.
Catches the wind in her open arms
And falls flat on her face
In pure pleasure
On a mead ever-green.

Let the lady speak
For in words the universe
Resolute
is like a lover
Becoming water,


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