The Baroness

the baroness thought she knew
herself, herself, herself, on a day
when all seemed right
a moment alone from the struggle of life

to be swept away from this...
place, caught up in the exotic
on a mundane petticoat chase
when the wind blew and took a peek beneath her dress

the baroness held tight to
secrets centuries kept with
her fingers in her hole and her legs on the man who slept
near and dear to her on a full moon night

in whose last breath she whispered:
baroness' can put up one hell of a fight