Coffee Servant

Coffee Servant
 
An opium rush fills her lungs  
Like Bavarian forest air  
She grows tall like pine  
Whose boughs reach to the sky  
Where the king’s love embraces her  
When she stoops from her perch  
But doubt surges through her heart  
So she douses her face in ashes  
Wears baggy trousers  
And shears her hair to stubble  
But to her surprise,  
he invites her into his bed chamber  
She slips out of her gardening clothes
Into a Biblical revelation
With her tiger lily the beast
That prowls his new Jerusalem  
With huntress powers  
Her panties are the seventh seal
To unleash his king of her jungle  
But his affection did not wane  
In the arms of a crone