poetry

She
by Cesar Ruiz Aquino

She comes with horns and tail
In nightmare.
Made of air.
Yet on film such

Lissomeness she carries
Heaven when she walks
(On all fours she is
The metamorphosis)

Hair done or undone,
True to the touch
And true only to her looks
Till she comes with horns

(Not the moon)
And tail (not the comet)
Someone no woman has met
In the mirror.

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