darling
a pristine splotch of fuschia / a flawless splatter
of ruby / the radiant smudges of sunlight pure as
a virgin / the poignant aroma of rose petals /
the translucent wings of a butterfly as fragile as
porcelain / the flimsy legs of a bird like twigs
that’ll snap any second / a bead of early morning
dew on a veiny leaf at the break of dawn / stroke by
stroke / pigments and hues / works of art are
misunderstood as often as a woman changes her
clothes/ fabricated into something they’re not /
but my darling / you're the creation / no one will forget
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