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Like Cleopatra lying on the barge,
She lay sprawled out on her majestic chaise;
Wrapped delicately in the finest silks
Of oranges and saffrons, pure and chaste.
With all the golden symmet'ry of a goddess,
And all the scents and sweets of a chocolatier,
She sells you rubies, honey, powder'd kisses,
With feminine precision she endears.
In nature and in science her distinction,
Is held in high regard, as she is wise;
She locks her secrets- keeps them from extinction-
Behind the truth of her eternal eyes.
Her government is of sound mind and body,
And she dispenses with the best advice,
Her temperament's not to be tak'n lightly,
Lest she might turn one's fiery heart to ice.
Once threatened with the ominous foreboding
Of a gaping, black-umbrella'd sky,
On a fallen comet she lay floating,
Astrology had left her there to die.
A Pisces, she escaped to soothing waters,
A Mermaid of the blue and mirror'd sea,
Swimming free with February's daughters,
Aquarius be her true destiny.

© 2005 Aaron Bayley