The atmosphere
tense and tangible
her face evoked an attraction
it spoke of smoke
dark thoughts and calamity
after action-satisfaction
according to lore
she hails from Lexington.

To be loved is to be seen
And I never realized just how invisible I felt
Until you came along
And saw me in full color

all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.

It's an alright guise
It helped me win a prize
Pay no attention to my size
Just ask if I am wise

So quick of you to advise
Before I can apprise
You stand to watch me rise
After I have been abscised

Perhaps you will baptize
And hope to capsize
All that I chastise
And all that I cognize

This poem I comprised
Of all that you demised
All that you despised
And all that you devised

Why do you always demonize
Just to get a word in edgewise
If you truly wish to excise me
Why not just Graecize me

I Watch the moon rise
I reprise and revise
I get streetwise
And I stylize

Pale pink petals dipped in blood
surround my yellow crown
  and painstakingly painted stigmata.
A  fragile, fragrant DNA poem
  perfectly expressed.
An immaculate lily – not a failed rose.