What if beauty were acidic
burning as acid or fire
no cloth, no covering
could remain
What if beauty was so radiant
we didn’t need the sun
as glory such as this walked by
lighting the earth in its darkness
The world would change
shame of the body would fade
we would be like exotic flowers
blooming in the glow of the moon
This dream lifts me out of pain
with the sacred scent of flowers
that never did exist
Yet as I wake, I behold such beauty
that my eye waters in the light
Reach to touch, skin to skin
as I look in your beautiful eyes
I begin to burn
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 12/28/2012
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January 27th, 2013 at 11:34 am
I found your site via the Good Men Project article.
I work for a social service charity, and I was really touched by your story. I’m glad you spoke out about it.
I also really liked this poem. It spoke to me.
Cheers,
Brennan