The pretty pink dress coveted by admiring eyes discarded and stained never to be adorned again Attraction without affection the offering of transaction enticement with colour fragrance drifting in air Passing by the brief encounters mutual self satisfaction symbiotic threshold crossed sweet secretions devoured Used and now useless unwanted filaments of maleness the useless androecium detached and lifeless Prettiness fallen will rot while ovaries swell the true beauty of life growing to fruition
The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.