15. BARBARA BELLE
She rides in sunshine,
Time she conquers, sun time
She’s an Egyptian queen
lost in tapestries of green
on a black mare
who’s a nightmare
He carries her over fences
stings her with lances
snares her in trances
She takes her chances
because she’s an Egyptian queen
like none you’ve ever seen
She sings songs from a dusky cave
she longs for a man who’s brave
who crosses the light-engreen-crusted hills
with sad eyes warning (here my soul lingers)
and points to the earth
far-flung soul’s sweet berth
and the hills have hips
whips and shapely lips
legs wide open to the sea.
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