Lean Morsels

She wove filigreed webs of selfishness -

in darkened nights, she sucked their worth,

stitched crimson drops into their souls,

mosaics of captured lovers in bits and pieces,

monument to dark passions and unbridled need,

leaving diamonds in lives where sun didn’t shine -

selfless trail of beauty wherever she gaily trod

absorbing and at same time repelling regrets

living for moment, leaving crumbs of satisfaction

selfish roots deeper underground than seen but

men were satisfied with lean morsels on ground.