she was not just

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.