Here, among the hollyhocks
be-decked, like the lady I am
Spurning, with fiery virtue
a god of love disguis-ed as a ram
Here, among the primrose,
beneath a christian sky
head, held like a goddess
and breasts bared to your curious eye.
Here in country garden,
in city mews and courtyard I am found.
In mundane worlds a touch of magic
in profanity a patch of sacred ground.
I am the alabaster babe,
my diety forgotten in your day
I am the prettiest flower of your garden
a piece of pagan past that got away!
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