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The Ship Builder's Daughter
Sappho's grace was not her hand
that laid the maiden's spine
but rather t'was her twisted tongue
that made her make her mind.
With mind made up
and maiden made
did Sappho whisper sweet
so ontologically unfolded
she retold it and
began to weep.
True tears of joy they were
that wrinkled on the veil
for when the moment's last impasse
the schooner had set sail.
runningturtle87
that laid the maiden's spine
but rather t'was her twisted tongue
that made her make her mind.
With mind made up
and maiden made
did Sappho whisper sweet
so ontologically unfolded
she retold it and
began to weep.
True tears of joy they were
that wrinkled on the veil
for when the moment's last impasse
the schooner had set sail.
runningturtle87
Published 20th Jun 2012
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21st Jun 2012 00:36am
22nd Jun 2012 10:57pm
Thanks, Firebyrd....
a woman is a woman is a woman, regardless of who loves her, even another woman.
a woman is a woman is a woman, regardless of who loves her, even another woman.
