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
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,
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.

Could be that I’m reading this wrong but seems like speaker is reminded of his fling, who is the arms of another man. But the last two lines don’t play well.

If your relationship was a fling, how could it be a prized baby-doll flailed till faceless…. And the last line I can’t seem to make since up. Domestic violency ..