Behold her body
bodeful of life
embodying bodily life
in which her lively soul
solely lives its whole
Elated be he who could possess her body
created and innated for somebody
unoccupied but by any nonbody;
elevated however be he more
to whom she opens her soul's door
that his might be alone with hers
own hers, be hers, one with hers
and to whom she offers up her body
for he to take up her all as her somebody
Let him abodeless find his bold in her body
to which he shall pour out his lost soul
with which he shall console his old soul
in which he shall rest his dead soul
partaking her lively soul
by and for which he shall
live once and for all
body and soul
as her somebody
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Ralinsha
Non-FictionIt started on the eleventh day of the third moon, the day before my thirty-eighth sun, this year. Having seen her on the box days or weeks earlier, it occured to me that particular day to write a poem about her, not knowing whence and how the fancy...
