She strapped her breasts, diminished
her glory -- cursing undue attention
from women. Her wall was never high
enough to hide her garden. Barriers
are colored passion. Seeing was knowing
who we were meant to be. Kate sexed
none she loved. She saved this for those
confused. Remembering her gate down
Peoria Avenue daisy chains me: effervescence
of post-pubescence not yet devoid of hope.
her glory -- cursing undue attention
from women. Her wall was never high
enough to hide her garden. Barriers
are colored passion. Seeing was knowing
who we were meant to be. Kate sexed
none she loved. She saved this for those
confused. Remembering her gate down
Peoria Avenue daisy chains me: effervescence
of post-pubescence not yet devoid of hope.
Always awesome!
ReplyDeleteLove it.
ReplyDeleteGreat job!
ReplyDeleteNice images. This poem grows on me upon rereadings.
ReplyDeleteBest to you, my friend!
Dorothy (not anonymous)