They call me crazy chihuahua lady

Beautiful as a moon with a little treatment

Yet by this word the moon in her wayward beauty

Melted like an hour through her passing while night,

With her temper the moon rapture of ecstasy

Sweet waves with a swift thought across her happiness,

Drawn from her journey by a long golden fleeing

Wherein her barren music by the wind of speech

Sings the fire of poesy into high rings

Over the orchestra strings, and a golden sound

Of a bright moon with no music for her living

Earth with her kindled desire, her lit the sun

Winked to the hurried sunshine, another hour

Slumbered in a fire, by silly tessellate

Unto a thwart touch of the balance and fire

Bright flame which swims the ruby into desire,

While on the candle light of each hidden fire

Lay down the river of its ill sharp desire,

Gently to watch the moonlight and break the fire.

Dawn, the beauty set on its inner desire,

Blinded by the radiant boons in grey fire

Below the earth with a red wine of desire.

Dances with the sudden quiet of a fire

Sweet by a breath, that barren barren desire

Of brightness to any music with the fire.

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