Looking Inward

She, such the staunch conservative,
picky like fingers,
possessing an unencumbered spirit,
free to choose, not to keen to being chosen,
rarely taken advantage of,
having been unexposed to love, true or otherwise
finally realized, while shopping at Tiffany’s for
a lamp similar to the one resting on her Grandmother’s
favorite bedroom night stand…

…damn, “what good is love if you keep it to yourself?”

Answer…, “why love a man when loving myself feels
so good,” point made, point understood!