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  • You were barefoot and freckled,
    With a very slight gap between your front teeth,
    And the longest eyelashes I'd ever seen,
    You were trying to show me
    How to braid your hair,
    I was failing miserably!
    So I settled on tucking daisies
    In between the coppery strands.

    ***************************************

    I wore flowers in my hair at my mother's wedding,
    And a dress that was white,
    She said I needed to lose a little weight,
    If I wanted to look good in something so tight.

    ***************************************

    I had tea with the Queen at the Renaissance Faire,
    But then I saw you
    And quitted my engagement
    To follow you dancing through the reeds

    You were a fairy of sorts,
    Or perhaps you were an elf?

    You wore stockings and ballet slippers
    And a crown of roses.

    You stroked your lute
    And played a tune
    Humming,
    What I recognized as
    Scarborough Fair

    I stood spinning from the impact
    Of that one life changing look
    Attempting to work up the courage
    To say that I appreciated your taste

    You caught me staring
    Your grin was wide and dimpled
    You skipped over to me
    With gamine grace
    And placed on my head
    A crown of clovers.

    We passed a sunny hour
    Speaking about good music
    And singing to each other
    You said I was an old soul
    You could see it in my aura

    I could have been as old or young
    As you wanted me to be.

    I suppose
    You were
    my
    fairy queen.

    ***************************************

    At the Civil War Reenactment
    I stole my brother's hat
    And then I stole his revolver
    (He had two)
    And I chased all of the uniformed boys
    With the autumn garland on my head
    Because I was supposed to be a country girl,
    And I had something to say about that!

    ***************************************

    You had a pretty voice
    That was half an octave higher than mine
    Though you were older than I was

    You dabbed at my lips
    With your own handkerchief
    Where I'd left some crumbs
    From my tea cake
    My tongue came out reflexively
    And nearly grazed your finger.

    It was the most sensual second
    That I'd ever known
    At twelve years old.

    Queen of the fairies,
    I never did forget you.
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