I used page through women’s clothing magazines for the babes Whatever they wore was a teasing distraction I thought I knew well Victoria’s Secret my uncle joked for me to watch out while the poison was already stealing silently through my veins That such powerful possessors would fall prey to obsession with accessories laid bare an horrific mystery Now that love has departed I wonder how much damage was dealt by my brutal insistance that her beautiful self was all that was wanted All that’s left are these seasonal mailings Sifting through the pages delving back in time for something I missed Now I look at the artifacts am in awe by the inspired, nurturing designs Watch beauty echo… echo… echo: I am beauty; take care