Simile at Starbucks
Like this paper cup
she was "60% post consumer
recycled fibre."
At the very least,
that much of her
had been used.
Too many hands
had cradled her, took
comfort from her inner
heat then crumpled her
away.
Too many lips had sought
her rim, lusting,
sucking all of her
innocence
into them, then leaving her
cold
as iced coffee.
Until the day
she was redeemed
stripped of past misuse
wrinkles ironed smooth
tears mended, stains
removed,
made new in
a final re cycle
made ready
to hold pure holy fire,
made utterly willing
to pour herself
out.
Like this paper cup
she was "60% post consumer
recycled fibre."
At the very least,
that much of her
had been used.
Too many hands
had cradled her, took
comfort from her inner
heat then crumpled her
away.
Too many lips had sought
her rim, lusting,
sucking all of her
innocence
into them, then leaving her
cold
as iced coffee.
Until the day
she was redeemed
stripped of past misuse
wrinkles ironed smooth
tears mended, stains
removed,
made new in
a final re cycle
made ready
to hold pure holy fire,
made utterly willing
to pour herself
out.