(Complex, beautiful, always Aphrodite.)

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and I-Was-A-Teenage-Werewolf Jacket

She’s often flighty, so high and mighty
complex, beautiful, always Aphrodite
a Goddess not born to blend in or around
or walk side-by-side on common ground

She’s confident, has no pleas or appeals
she’s prudent, does no giggles or squeals
her arsenal strong, so challengers few
her gaze is sober, steely-eyed, icy blue

This Ms. says what is, conduces control
Painstakingly honest but never fair;
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and I-Was-a-Teenage-Werewolf jacket

She doesn’t attempt to stand tall and out
but standing tall and out, without doubt
it’s hard to hide while pedestal-placed
as memories of others all but erased

She could come to play, no damns given
but rather stay away, incognito-driven
Self-taught, can’t be bought, not caught
She’s always sought… but for naught

The jacket, snap-buttoned, stripe-lined
the hair, back-lit, flowing, into my heart

She’s an observation of art, if I dare;
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and I-Was-a-Teenage-Werewolf jacket