The woman with a fan
To still the descending droplets
Of sweat, from pores that open across
Her velvet flesh.
The woman with a fan,
The woman who can still stand,
Despite the harrowing years
It took to appear grand.
A single arm holds her upright,
It is mine,
As she is stilled by time.
She sees the universe for its expanse
That is my mind.
And I hold upright a star,
Covered by no more scars.
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