Artio Forest Goddess
See her bathing in the limpid pool
A gentle Goddess
The mistress of the forest.
She plays with the dappled fawn.
Under the twisted Oak
She cares not for the creeping form
the man who plans her body to ravish
Oh, fool she is divine.
no man can touch her, too brutish.
I spoke to her of love and passion
greatly daring I touched her
my life she made me abandon.
She stands triumphant, at her brightest
and since she vanquished me.
She is the mistress of my heart.
Under the twisted oak
See how She sleeps
with those Lily breasts
And crocus arms
And wild, wild daisy hair.
Copyright © Brian Terry | Year Posted 2013
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