I spy her naked, unchaste
Furtive as only the bitten and chased are.
A beautiful fairy lady
Her hair shell-trailed is raven sable
Long necked and strange
Not unlike a craning bittern
Always scowling like an ill tempered
Master examining a confiscated diagram.
In a lake bathing, silt-tailed
Her wake this sylph a silver surf
Pilfering the quiet of the lake
Positions herself the centre of the least quaint Gainsborough
Witnessing the event
Consciously participating
Both of us
Only
You don’t know it yet.
My bereft heart
Cleft and like to eject
Is replaced by one daintier, more softly made.
Her clothes in maidenwhite she had deigned to place upon a log
No less gracefully than she would upon the lockers at home
Wherever home is.
Beautiful fairy lady
In my haste I step too hard
And a twig breaks;
A spell breaks.
She ducks
Adducting her arms
Cowling her charming nakedness
From the harm of plainness.
Prospero’s books
Candle and bell
A Hell consistent of
Hard looks
And endless corners.
Alchemisland 
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