O
Mistress of Bobcats
Lady of Sagebrush
Why do you fool me?
showing me
you
In thousand shapes.
Groin,eyes,flank,toes
Arches,
Lifts of the arm
Hollow soft of the back of the knees,
sweets and salts of
lips and gulfs,
halls of deep flesh song-
Why do you trick me
Queen of Taste?
whose real beauty
is none.
