Lines Composed on a Near Pristine Day, Reflected in a Spoon

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Lines composed on a near-pristine day, reflected in a spoon

Bandit breezes, a tinge wealthier now  Favorite line
Having made off with encores of your fragrance-
Invisible You's: contracted no doubt
in some protracted embrace or in
appropriations of skin by the other.

Out there, taut, parted in red-sea fashion, You start losing me in the second stanza.
the rows of a virgin garden tilled for
the ambition of tomatoes and corn,
not remains of our fling, flung motionless,
like a prize baby-doll flailed till faceless.
My rupturing hands mold sadness in haste. 

The images presented in this poem are surreal like
I may not understand them, but they are pleasent.
I'm not sure if I would enjoy it more or less
if I understood it at all.
The nature of it's strangeness
is what makes it so enjoyable
for me at least.