Vulnerable viscera revealed yet,
       he stands proud, intact.
       Tough elastic skin,
       like the rubber band that held flowers
       he picked me, protects
       sentiments he sends me.

       Novelty giftedly gleaming,
       carries the stench of decay.
       His rotted past
       does not make him cringe.

       Wearily, I taste his fusion
       delicate texture, symphonic
       slashing skin; his paradoxes
       blend beautifully,
       unable to discard, I indulge.