In Her Image
Is it beauty
In the air of,
Celestial forms;
Invading the mind.
Wonder mystics
Of this ancient land,
Or an alien’s run
Into Femina.
I know men
Are bold,
Deadlier than
A serpent’s hiss.
And Emmanuelle though
She May be,
For sure
Sari’s do not hiss.
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