WARRIOR OF FERN
It was the gentle serene
that caused me to stand there
I have yet to understand
the intimacy.
She appeared from
the floral flame
a flax speared
the green startle
the sharp sway cut her naked breast as she bathed her
battle wounds in the moist
allure deep in the fearless
shade of the immortal leaf.
At a second glance
all that remained of her bravery was in the sensual
scent of flowers
the secrets of her weapons
shone beneath the moonlight
pearls along the shoreline.
Avie.
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