FOR SHE WOULD BE NO ODALISQUE
Haunted by the falling stars
her hopes and fears
like meteors
in transient passage soon dispersed
absolved from importunate hold
no more his lies which pleased her ill
of finely seasoned flattery
like poisoned draughts of nectar served
beneath the cold autumnal skies
now lost eternally in mists
for she would be no odalisque.