Baha’i Beauty

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She dreamed of him but in a sheer black veil

Around his midriff and his hips, his thighs

And calves.  The night dream turned the cloth to sail

But Surrealistically a dream that flies

The reverie and her to realms outside

The universe—to where she wants to be

With him, to be his dreamland, night-time bride,

A miracle of serendipity

When all she knew she wanted in her sleep

Was his impossibility.  Unknown

To femininity and other deep

Old Faithfuls, he belongs on Jesus’ throne.

  Those hips and thighs though Oriental find

    Her panting sleep beyond her womankind.