Impressing her man of the year.
I’ve known her in leather and chains,
Turtle neck sweaters and little black numbers
She wore to the opera.
She looks good in gowns and jeans.
But I love her best nude,
The way her mother loved her
And God.
I fear she’s forgotten God in this world.
Mansions, socialites, and easy money,
Stagnant waters from a holy spring.
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