Overstuffed couch pinioned above buildings
Floats your delicate hips and wind-raised hair
Billowing in crisp silk. So unaware,
Below your belying marble throne, rings
Seething anguished crawlers, viscous moiling
Constricted and twined on a thoroughfare
Flaked and oily, hissing sounds of warfare
Fought over you. Diamond-coiled marshalling
Slither toward plains of conflict. Be-knight
Me to slay the fuming, treasure-hoarding
Dragon at your podium’s base. St. George
Skewering scaled creatures for your delight!
Your divine profile frozen, affording
No impetus for my protective urge.
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