Francesca Martin Poetry

The eternal fool
He is worn down by her taunting curves
Each crashing embrace,
crackling laughter from the blush of her bright, pure smile
leaves tiny holes in his heart as it fades
yet brings life to his face
Whether various colors to decorate his pale skin
or moving bodies, large or microscopic,
she is the cosmetologist to cover his flaws
She emerges from the womb each day,
full grown, till she then withers away
He cannot resist the daily miracle of life
She may devour him while she thrives
But he will always await her return
The lonely ocean hugging the shore

Poet: Francesca Martin