What the eye sees
The mind only registers
What the mind comprehends
The eye plays no part

Is it emotion that draws us in
shapes and sounds that seduce
Soft demeanours and flowing hair
Discreet looks and reckless care

A sum of her fears
Slave to her ancestors
Tortured by the guilt of rising
While wombs still ache and bleed

The moon, her consort
The earth, her solace
The seasons, her guise

Under the stance of firm dominion
She yields complacently
Her honour trampled
Aspirations ripped apart
In the darkest depths
She flowers


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