the abbess

The abbess


Blue-eyed prayers drip from

lips white as snow on a mountain top

her face is oriental alabaster.

Restless feet on stone floors

Every candle becomes a temptation

a magnetic attraction.

Over the wall, she will not flee

Faithful as she is to her abstract lover.

When desires leave her

and her steps are ponderous

she is the new abbess.



◄ elderliness

the fear ►


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