She intones the sad words,
Rhythmically, she claps
her hands;
As an air of dignified
humility pours out of her plea;

Her eyes glimmer like the moon,
While her insides shimmer like
summer moon;
But the honeyed kiss, the lips of mine
and fire fade blissfull into the distant
years of yonder;

She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
She is the luggage no one will claim,
The out-of-place turd all deny
Responsibility for;
Yet, her tears still burn at mine handcuffs;
...