Woman
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Juan Olivarez
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Golden earrings,
Against your skin,
Kissed,
By the sun.
The sweet smell,
Of gardenia,
Rising,
From your skin.
Red hibiscus flower,
In your raven hair,
Red,
As your lips.
You do not walk,
You glide,
Like,
A panther, sleek, and royal.
Thou art woman,
Every part you,
Screams,
I am woman.
12/6/10 Alton Texas
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