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If she held a beacon

tightly to her breast

it would not shadow her,

nor would her hands be stained

were she to touch

the Holy Grail.

Her veins would never tangle

should she frolic

with the gods

nor would she burn to ashes

running naked

through the fire.

She’d not be struck with blindness

nor would her conscience bleed

were she to waken Eros

from a dream.

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© 1995, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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For the next poem in this series, please click on the Mayberrie tab at the top of this page, to see entire list.

(I’m in the slow process of linking them all together.)

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