Out of Vermeer

In Vermeer's light filled room
She crossed the glistening floor
In gown in blue turban from the bath
Her countenance gleamed
Exquisite but in pain
Headache shuddering the perfect mountain
Of her honor
I turned not to voice a groan
From the slick red wound my mouth

The spirit pausing on my wood floor
Is flesh
Child of these bones

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