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 insistence
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