Yamamoto sold the new
As if it were old
I wish you would do that to me
But fabric drapes
Not as it falls
Until you sew back on a seam
The Master shaped
As if he carved
Please, can you be my space to breathe?
If models slipped
And lost it all
They would remain, just their bodies
Yet he achieved
The most of all
On that cut out magazine page
Still floating under my childhood bed, now none the wiser
For every premise I rejected, drawstrings tightened
To your only flaw
It is in your eyes
They pull me far too deep
You force me to accept
Darling pieces are a sum of parts
That is how I will have to be
This poem was written for the South African poetry competition that was announced on their Discord: https://discord.com/channels/1374793546690723950/1511738018094907503/1512131753295220887
The theme of the competition is: The Passage of Time