I see you hidden princess
Behind your clay mask
So vulnerable that you need protection
I will drape you in my cape…
which is the fabric of my sheets.
You’re so lucid…when you want to be
Like liquid I’ll wash over you
Come, let me purify you
You’ll be godless
But you’ll be a goddess
You’re a feminine phantom
Who must be unmasked
It will sound like bells hitting violins
When I tamper with your indistinguishable guise
© 2011 Holly O'Brien
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