Woman Inside the Swan's Bed

Woman inside the swan's bed

Woman Inside the Swan's Bed

She brushed her hair
With feathers to ribbon
And paint on her heart
The path to her world
There once were steps
Down to where her soul
Glowed along her knowing
It held too many
Knives in her sex
No more belonging inside
Twisting down around
Her body and hair in curls
To warm her bed with tears
Drifting to the waterlilies
Covering the hands reaching
Touching her palm to be
Invited to go deep with them
Watching the underwater
Eyes blink at her waiting
Answering with her stand
To pet all the snakes
Trying to bite her through
Her gates locked with
Witnesses, a boy, a girl
Children to watch her
Down went her mind
With the swim while
She walked away
Back to her body

Awaking in wet flowers
Alone in a scented room
Left with the aroma of
Worth and worthy of
The kind of love she gives
Gentle and full to give
Happiness she sends on
Its way to play with
What once thought of itself
As trouble, now only fun
She twists the feather
In the smoke ringing around
Her standing away from
The sleep that was binding
Her to unloved arms
She glided holding her own
She could feel the walls
She walked through
Where were the children
Guarding the gate
Where was there ever a gate
As the stir in the ocean
Hit the falling waves to
Her feet before infinite
Horizon of sun upon
Warm were these salted
Water to fill her again
Warm was the deeper
She walked in

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