She sat clifflike
at the far edge of;
single monk flute
caressed tenderly her
neck and cheeks
turning tears into
fragrant oils and
rich frankincense;
long black hair
floated on waves
of pure sensuality
feet in the garden
shoots of succulents
snaked upward
around her ankles
and behind herknees
higher yet up
trembling innermost
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