The Collection

Arm piece; Piece of glamor; A bedazzling jewel. Parade of fancy flesh. Kind to his eyes. Soft to his touch. Mindless merchandise Fallen breast. Eyes swollen; Damaged by Reckless owner. Invested in the flesh. He has stashed away Yesterday’s Pleasures numerically. Stored in backroom boxes Of subfuscous treasures. Women Tucked away As for yesterday’s booty. Serves now but as an Unattractive prize; Weighed with eyes’. and lustful hearts. For her, no fresh start. Ahh!, but for him New glitter sachets; As she parades In her fine attire. She has appealed to his recent desires. Maids and maidens’ He added them; Subtracted, them From the human collection. Once attractive royalty,; No longer appealing. Pleasures weighed By false measures. Determined by a heart, “wholly without loyalty”. whose fault? I say… “Her fault totally”.