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