The Female Born
The Female Born
She could be here…
Among the sweet blossoms,
Or in my dreams, among stars that glance
Light between laughing children…
I can see her standing in swaying grasses, moving gracefully
Like colored ribbons, undulating over her feline beauty,
Cloaked in love, captured in a photograph displayed in
A Parisian market, a delicious buffet-
She tells me she’s pregnant,
The universe rejoices!
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