Silken blades asleep on greenish sheets
stir with a purr at the troubadour's touch.
They are her accompaniment,
harmonising as she tells stories
in the language of her body,
a body unbound with arms like lissome branches,
tenderly curved and steadfast in the breeze.
She makes for a glittering mystery,
this princess, this undaunted maiden
laden with sapphires and violets,
her ensemble perfectly backless.
The brilliance of her ballad
makes even the coldest shiver.
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