And from the foam she came,
the rest, the mess swirling through her toes,
impeccable waist-length ringlets, tight
as colts' calves. Created by castration,
the ultimate intimidation, nonplussed
and stunning in a simple, gleaming shell.
She would fall for fire, even as the lukewarm
lambs bleated and begged. Even a goddess
swings sweetly into the singe.
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