Ode to a Cherry (Busted)

Who, draped in grace,
might deign to drop,
from eyes that see past
the barbs and wires
which in interiors do lurk,
a couplet of sun’s rays
redirected, a sinuous smile,
that wordless wings beyond
both sex and sensuality,
that dashes illusions of duality,
upon our tired Charlie,
thrice derelicted ?
Yet skips he whistling
after days of much rough work
burning ‘way the wastes,
inspired by a goodly, ancient
recollected vision of
an undefiled Way
that once was called,
without derision, chaste.