Cubits
A woman is a trough hardly that - a river, a pond to sail a small boat thru, rapids to manoeuvre. A woman commandingly tall receptive as water, quicksilver to the light yet mirages all. Two cubits to an arm's length a bridge to span, virgin territory with the compass needle jumping - a plane dusting crops. A woman once, parchment twice warm treacle to the core - a marshmellow for a heart.
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"A woman is a trough..."
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