a crown of curls, sheepish,
cotton may as well be thorn,
a glittering sheen of parabens,
which makes them stay in shape,
and bounce, and coil, and snake
around the contours of a rather sheepish face…
which hides an innocence so coy,
it’s never ceased to stave off any sheepish ploy.
i have a secret- this i must admit,
i want it rarely, for my sheep it has a love- my kitten.
(no matter how flea-bitten, i’m smitten.)
forgive me that entire soppy aside…
what the masses in me deride, i must uphold with pride.
this quote has been stuck in my mind lately. “the deep secret of innocence is that it is also anxiety.” kierkegaard.