you are indeed beautiful.
I bet your soul is even that more
(more than beautiful)
As a poet I would express the visual
delight of having watched the sun dance
from high to dusk and then watching
bright biggest lights dipping below
the horizon — to witness this within
your eyes (reflections are decisions
and exhausted I whisper:
enough. enough! do not slay me with beauty tonight!
Allow my mind to proclaim sunrise in the morrow.
I suggest: teach lovers a new terror
whereby many good hearts flee toward
:: 02.23.2016 ::