she sits reclined in her chaise lounge and seems to exist behind my eyes

her long flowing wavy hair wearing a crown dolled up in gold shiny things

she upon her throne so to speak observes and watches me

often surprised never dulled the imagination is always peaked

being this intuitive has its perks, she says

she resides and she divinely guides but rarely speaks up

she's always bathing or relaxing viewing being fanned, fed, taken care of

waited on hand and foot

living dreaming being

this is her divine birthright