Art Nouveau Muse


lady the unicorns trumpet in the forests
their hooves are sounding in the jewelled gardens
bewitched by your rings they request
bread from your fingers     guardians
of silence on hot afternoons

lady     by your mirrors dawdling in rooms
combing cut your long red hair
awaiting the miracle     while in air
each swings to his doom
supported by a single thread

lady     the miracle of your fingers     bread
from stones     gold from flesh in enchanted mornings
a paddock world into an agate palace
stair rails to silver balustrades     not jealous
together your lovers slumbering under summer awnings

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