My muse has her cheeks pierced,
And her shoe laces loose,
But carefully placed, as to avoid
A sudden fall.

And around her perforations
are perfect circles of pink make believe
covering what I rightly suppose to be
skin of an unworldly softness.

And how I wither, submissive
To an artificial rhythm unworthy
Of her marvelous beauty.

The frailty of her voice,
The frailty of her words,
Add oceans to her fragile figure.

~ Trevor Abes

Trevor Abes is 19 years old and lives in Toronto. He has been published in Ditch, Sage of Consciousness, Re: Verse, and Raven Poetry Zine.

One Response to “Pre-Romantic-Post”

  1. Well done. Wonderful imagery, honest piece.

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