To Know Her

Who is to say
the value
of a woman
who has an open heart
and can speak
from her center?

Her hearth is warm
and her thighs
maintain the legacy
of a thousand generations.

To you,
the turn
of her head,
the density
of her voice,
or the coil
of her dance
may not meet
the standard charms
of the packing crates
of cooking oils
and model trains,
the corporate look
of trade beer ales
of the smoothed wood finish
of a seasoned meat,
but her eyes
have seen you through
a bitter bought
of broken heartedness
and when you needed her,
she was a galleon ship
filled with treasures
lapped with dusk
and fitted
with the linen
of a girl.

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