Of what dreams are made
She holds in her hands
Eyes beset securely
from the vultures of life
Sunlight fears not the Moon
As she joins them
creating a universe mortals
salivate to taste
She is champagne
embodied in a priceless yet
unbreakable vase
The finest of life
if only life could create her
as her fountain beautifies all
that reaches her
Though she may give of herself
freely
she replenishes when necessary
Heard is she and angels cry
See the wicked humble at her
feet for fear of retribution
She is what she desires
And desire is she
She Is
what not even dreams
can dream
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