Every Girl Should Have One


Your movement, as your language;
Hushed like curtains
back-drawn and passed through

Whispered into antechambers
that you’ve dressed before the dawn
with offerings and incense

or the tap of bare feet
on marble intricate as if
through girded iron interlaced
smoke were woven

and the swish of silk
about your heels

and something carried
high and in your hands.

…every girl should have one: a poem inspired by her.


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