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To a Multihued Damsel In the Beauty of Her Wetness
TO A MULTIHUED DAMSEL IN THE BEAUTY
OF HER WETNESS
Out of the womb of seedless waters came her birth;
No less than always has been her silent beauty—
Radiant essence crowning the heavenly throne of Earth;
She’s a spectral reflective bouquet of God’s creativity.
Mothering Sun smooths each of her rays into its special place;
As her regal dome challenge the matter of her magnanimity.
No force of whispering winds can move her from her chosen space;
For the celestial realm has surrendered to her aura’s nobility.
In vain, many have set sail in search of her beginning and journey’s end;
Failed voyages of endless searches by the adventurous brave and bold.
Yet, her celestial curvaceous tinted arch still excite the curiosity of men
With voracious appetites for things whose worth and beauty rivals gold.
Yes, from time immemorial, man has been privy to the sight of her beauty
And teeming glow;
Yet, since that time, man has never ever been able to hold and control
God’s teasing rainbow!
Copyright ©
Millard Lowe
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