Poetry Three

Austerity
I saw girls adorned in blue, red, pink, yellow,
magenta, orange, meaning variegated colors,
like in rainbows and dreams inviting me to their lustrous
harems. They winked and danced and swallowed
lusty shards, but I had to sit, my legs were tethered like
trees with roots that make bitter fruits. 
The birds were all singing and the
bard had to write.

‘Lust is for tomorrow.
Today I shall love.’

Stupid bard.