DESERVING OF FINE EPITHETS
In intervals of contemplation
unstirred by sudden impulses
she had the rectitude of mind
to follow instincts lead
Disclaimers of false sentiment
as honeyed bearings spread on flint
once burnt from unbecoming lips
extinguished now by flame.
And shaded by the draperies
by intuition’s sway she smiled
indulging moods of pliant love
deserving of fine epithets.