Grace among ruin

A vandalized woman is an arduous pursuit,
but she'll love you twice as hard.
That's what makes her dangerous.
Like a Waskiewicz on an atrophied wall,
she is grace among ruin.

Grace among ruin: the beginning of sinister
and a harrowing ride on the lost highway
like she was trying to set
some kinda love-speed record.

A woman of impetuous desire,
she'd trade her atlas-cloud pillows for a bed of straw
if a man tangled her in blue metaphors.
Her beauty pirouettes on the edge of temptation.

She is the grace giving credence to the ruins;
She is no one at all,
And she is the daring poem of her heart.

(Artwork by Peter Basch)