Ode to Beauty Sapped

     TAKE HEED THE RISING ABSENCE
OF WHAT WAS THE TEMPER'D FLUSH,
OF THIS YOUR CHEEK, WHOSE
TASTE AND TEXTURE WE HAVE
SAMPLED AND CAN DULY NOTE
THE FLUSH’S DEVIATION FROM
THE CHARM WITH WHICH DID
ONCE IT CALIBRATE OUR SENSES,
MAKING IT IDEAL FOR SIMPLE
THINGS LIKE KISSES, OR PER
CEIVING FINITE GLINTS OF THAT
WHICH ONCE WAS SELF-CONT
AINED, BUT NOW REFLECTS IN
AWFUL WAYS THE TOTAL GLARE,
THE ABSTRACT SWAY, OF THE
EMPIRICAL MOTHER FUCKERS,
AND MOST, THEIR AUTOMATED
LUSTING MAKES OF WHAT WAS
JUST POSSESSED BY U, NOW
BUT A SPOIL, RAVISH’D, IN SOME
TUPPERWARE PYRAMID STASHED
BENEATH A LASER-GUIDED PILLOW,
FAKING TEETH 4 EXTRA ASSETS:
WHAT’S BEEN WRONGLY TAKEN
MUST BE RIGHTLY GOTTEN BACK!