Larkin’ About in the Garden of Misogyny
|
After hacking away at your power of self-healing, I prune the point and think, “How pretty you look today.” With your foilage resplendent, variegated for my eyes, inspiration is written naked in your spastic guise. I scoff at this irony, easily denying my sin, while the parts of you I’d rather not view fall casually into the bin. ~EB |
 |