another notch in his belt.
she was another
star in his open sky,
her celestial body
reeled in after the
million year harvest.
it was the hundred year flood
in which she was first noticed.
each one called her dazzling
each one called her reflection -
dazzling
it was a million years before we really saw her.
there were thousands that had her glow,
thousands before her.
there were hundreds that had her charm.
hundreds during her reign.
and ten or more that were more delightful
in their presence than she would imagine herself
i did not enjoy her because she was sacred.
i enjoyed her, because she was not mine.
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