At times sharp in her beauty
Like a sickle bladed sword
Other times full, warm, and glowing
In her splendor
The very power to pull the cells in the blood of men
As freely as she weaves the tides of the oceans
So human in her god-like fury
So transcendent in her goddess-like love
Complex
Simple
Sublime
Going in phases like the Moon
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By Calliope Jones
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