Written by: Neo Bridgette Kitso

she is Heather
The very woman
Who belongs to
insignificant pages of the magazine
that he sits reading through...
Her style flaws within the
scripture of that
they call theirs
and defines the word

yet he smells nothing
of her fragrant charm
and finds no grace
in the elegance of her legs

she is an abandoned heather
forgotten to the caves
of that childhood house
she despised
Whilst he built
yet another canvas
vowing this time he
will find a Rose...

for the embrace 
of a heather
he did not 
feel kin to...

she is a heather
a feather that was 
whisked into
kinky darkness
to swim with
Pluto,Venus, Mars
and the rest of the stars...