Maiden Song

She lived here, once
curled up inside
the softest recesses of my body.

Staring at the wide blue sky
she lay and soaked into
the soft wet grass

One night she stole away
and left him
still, asleep beside me
his brown skin
smelling of the sun.


— Jani Franck 1993

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