she would dream of savagery

but never dare to set shod foot outside her door

wanting dancing with demons amongst the dust

with a darker desert race in lust with love

stuck hiding behind her mothers apron strings

& I was but a brute to tell her this straight truth

her wit & wisdom were not mine to compare

she had read watched devoured each morsel

knowing her real life place was to be out there

while I watched waited urged her to prepare

alas alack her visits were never meant to be

instead she married the brave brawn witty postie

as a traveller telling bold tales of other lives was he

could keep her in the manner accustomed


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