I will give her violet eyes,
cause that is the color I remember,
when they flashed,
though she is copper amber,
toned, muscled like a cat,
waiting as she spins
from her hands,
webs of necklaces,
washed in from the tide,
clinging epiphyptes,
beads of wisdom,
drooping from her,
tongue, afterthoughts,
from a golden afternoon,
gifts, from the woman
of a shadowed
god.
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