As if it is more than she first breathed,
a life beyond the ocean’s crest
or past the highest tree.
She feels her wants, and gathers what she needs.
Marked assumption, close and firm, and pressed
to carry passions free.
An apple redder than anger’s seed
or simple care to disentangle tress’s,
the golden, ornate key.
Silken girl,raging whorl is she
who’d rather give the world waking regrets
than silent repartee.
As if it’s greater than the sum of her marquee,
but most of all in her largesse,
the inspiration given me.
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