Rose entwined through golden hair
She flew up high without a care
Let them mutter! Let them stare!
She was here, and they were there
In soundless space, in sun’s pure shine
Orgasmic ripples up her spine
Let them bicker! Let them whine!
She heard them not in bliss divine
Healed and whole she fell at last
Born again, the past the past
Let them cry! and look aghast!
For only one her heart beat fast
“Destiny has brought me here
And though I will not disappear
She you hate so, she you fear
To me,” she said, “is very dear”