Nubian Maiden

Nubian maiden
barefoot bashful,
angel of her father’s eye,
glides with the grace
of her innocence –

her hands soft,
not knowing the scrape
and rough assaults
of manual labor.

Her oh-so-proper transport
of frangipani that sings
her untouched girlhood.

This world bursts
honey hazed,
and exhales
without guile,

in once there was
a time.

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