She rises full and swollen
dripping power
and delicate laughter
I cry
for I am I
and not her
Her night ride is endless
and my body aches
with longing
desire to be I
and desire
to be Her
Hear Her Listen (for the New Diana)
by Willi Brown
With a voice
you can taste
she shimmers
my breasts ache
and we are filled with wonder.
With an ear
for silence
she listens
to an oak
chanting his windy poem.
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