I went over to my grandma's, picked a rose
from the bush in the front. There was a girl
I dreamt about when I was young, I lose
myself in memories sometimes. The pearls
she wears around her neck, I have to say
her clavicles are divine. It's the heart
that centers the Universe, the odalisque lays
across the bed. I am upon my art
the way He is upon some task, I'm none
before her dazzling beauty, there's no phrase
that could hope to illumine her. I'm alone
in this dense mystery, the Moon's next phase
brings heightened energy. I feel to know
her is to increase love of her somehow.
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