Des – Jardins

a tad too much machoism

contoured with do’s and don’ts

chiseled jawlines

a dark haired fantasy

sea green soul stares

all day long

a dress called black

we forgot


pashmina & silk

pleading for memories

we forgot

the origin

the fragrance of magic

in the feminine

let love love


her own way

it’s fine


when her masculine

overpowered her

satin and linen

an acid wash effect

on heart and soul

the new fabric

she pushed her lover

to fears and ultimatums

what was des jar-dins

now a present day scarp yard

we look for love

yet to find us broken

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