Rough bark hewn from the tree
Is not unlike your surface
Making you appear unwanted
Old, alone on the expanse of sand.
Darkly-colored lines and peach furrows
Scar your surface.
Nothing to attract you to me…
Nothing to make me turn you over…
To see the metallic luster of pearls
Shining like the copper pot on my kitchen shelf
To see the seam smooth as glass
Showing us you were torn from your better half.
Nothing to make me pick you up…
And hold you tightly in the palm of my hand.