Playful in the penumbral,
Here we dance,
Canter like foals,
You incandescent with
The bright flow of
Feminine
Sometimes wrath,
But I am sat on a throne
Of words,
Ushering you forward,
Able to lift you from the
Low places,
With a delivered word,
And some part
Of you,
Remains with me,
Not short term,
But bright,
Fluid
Alive,
Even in silence,
Even in darkness
Beautiful!
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