Pointing towards the knife that dared
to cut it away.
He was tall.
Eyes like the sea.
A body long and wispy.
The long tresses that caused the attempt
like strands of gold.
He is beautiful.
It is not allowed, states the one
who holds the knife.
For beauty is reserved for the fairer sex.
A flick of the wrist and all is lost.
The lid is placed back on the box.