May you not to the moment of my smile
Ascribe only a mother's or a lover's wile
Or a woman scorned or compromised
Mounting her refusal of her time
Or any element of sad bemusement
As if caught in the trance of the world
Unaware of the before and after
Finding some peace in line and pigment
I never knew in my forgotten life
I am the Madonna of a soul
Come back from the treachery
Of bitter disappointment long ago
Awaiting your arrival
In my actual arms
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