The Tended Poem by Cee Bea
The Tended
I want to let go
of my minds eye
to gallop back to
the sandy shores of ever
never land
and your beautiful blue eyes
I prefer ramshackle'd
to obsolete so I compliment
-your Gaussian fade
and your hands own
painted ladies
you are the southbride
of lands mass
you are the vitter in yellow
this work you are
has become viable
to the tended
known only to the tender
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