I’m your perfectly pruned topiary:
To your heart’s desire (stifling anxieties).
I gift you comfort in my de-savaging.
Not a branch or leaf or flower out of place.
Not too big
But just small enough
To adorn the freshly mowed jewel-green lawn
Outside your brand spanking new cardboard cut-out pastel Pleasantville bungelow.
*** With hair and a spirit like yours, you couldn’t be a boring lawn ornament if you tried, Sugar Tits. ***
*** Well, golly gee, Old Man, that’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me. ***