The Peacock's Pride
The pride of a peacock is the glory of God
The lust of a goat is the bounty of God
The wrath of a lion is the wisdom of God
The nakedness of a woman is the work of God.
After the first duration to see her undressed,
I become aware of how angelic she looks
with her dark hair, cat-like sized eyes,
and the black ribbon that constantly embraces
her neck, though I never recall that she ever had wings.
And what beautiful wings they are,
Aigrettes that were taken from some
majestic heron. They possess long soft plumes
that keep her motions agile and flowing
while her legs flexed in opposite directions.
But these wing, these wings dilate so far
they manage to entrap God and fold Him close
behind her back so that I and nobody else
would notice that He was missing.
She hardly reveals them to anyone.
She never even allows them to extend and bask
whenever she's in the sunshine for she's more
afraid they will melt than what would
happen when I find out who she really is.
She'll certainly fall further than she wants
for she knows who is waiting for her
at the bottom. The same person who has
enough Gaulle and little consideration to gaze
upon her at her most apparent moment.
Many of greater men have been punished greatly
for this offense alone, and yet so far she has not
obliged herself to strike me blind
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