Reflections of Manogre Part Two
Dear flower,
To follow me is to invite glass into your skin.
You've been there, done that.
Been kissed - been slapped.
For better or worse till living do you part.
Are you a piece of reality, or a fragment of dark?
Are you pro, are you con?
You're beautiful and clever enough to ride that Siamese beast.
You see, you obsess, and you think.
Out of this chrysalis of respect, I'm simply what you want
(probably not what you need).
At the end of this tangled-flattering mess
the man ogre devours
with kitten tongue tenderness.
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