Jocasta Stoneburner has a compact, sturdy body
with curves aplenty, and her eyes gleam, so devious.
She uses a jujitsu wit
that turns your clever momentum against you.
She may slap your ass hello.
She may kiss your nose goodbye.
She may sweep a formal, respectful bow.
She'll dance on a whim to the music in her head.
She lives in a clothing-optional world of her own, and
her favorite options span the spectrum
from rugged to gauzy, floaty to skintight,
touching every degree between.
She has a vast and various collection of hats;
fewer shoes, though many still.
She wears a naughty grin as her poker face
and her hands remember impeccably
the riffle and shuffle and deal
with no help from her eyes.
She knows five ways of telling your fortune
and has the gift of making you look forward
to finding out if she was right.
She always carries with her a way to light a fire,
a pair of dice, a deck of cards,
a point-and-shoot camera,
pen, paper and a discrete handgun
to discourage would-be witchfinders.
She'd rather skinny-dip.
She has gathered a handful of disciples.
Jocasta's only lesson:
No time but now!
Lose yourself to joy
and bring as many with you as will follow.
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