i'm a sucker
for eye-candy
my eye is pulled
by any pretty face
mesmerized
by that beautiful fresh flower
no mar, not a trace
but me, older, average
to her i'm probably another
gawking guy savage
i know cerebrally
that best beauty goes deep
to the soul
is ageless, lasts
but me?
i seem to remain
a visual sucker
i tell myself
enjoy God's flowers
they do fade
but so pretty
in their glory hours
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