Friday, February 17, 2017

hovering of your grace




i covered myself, head to foot as a woman

under the tight rule of bearded Taliban

yet there were those who saw my nakedness

or declared the colour of my undergarments



reading within me evil inner intentions

but with the hovering of your grace

my walk with no covering below waist

still covered all my stark bareness



as i roared, and roared like a free lion



© henry victor     21.12.2003





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