From languid to fluid are her motions
From shoulder to spine she resettles
Herself like a sage feline in quiet repose
I’m in full acquiescence when she turns to me
Her eyes blink with the movement of butterfly wings
Revealing smoky eyes shivering like a rising moon
She gives an abrupt yawn, coming into alertness
She draws my attention, commanding my gaze
Into a timeless place where my self dissolves
With the expression of her eyes she takes from me
All that is not truly my own—feinted memories,
Misplaced doubts and unfounded fears
Her Botticelli smile shears away all illusions
She in my heart shows to me the difference
Between frail human desire and universal intent
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