Lingerie…
In the middle of my village lives a mangled linden-tree…
She dares to wear light lingerie,
alist’ning to a deeply rooted instinct, female…free…
It slowly lets her ancient soul bud out,
her timeless head be gently crowned anew…
bees buzzing ‘round her battered neck,
like fancy, bouncing jewels, small but true…
and see: she muses, muses, muses…
still refuses to enchant them
with her sweetest hidden honey, yet…
they blindly read her dormant blushing bloom…
In confidence I tell her, she is teaching me to please…
Yes, how to please and to attract most honest eyes,
oh, solely by the humble silent nature
we may warmly share…
Me, dreaming little poet in the airy countrydormer
with the mystic, magic windows, high and fair…
She, proudly smiling linden in the lonely, tearful square…
Najade
© Drs. Rikki Keller 2006