Sunday, April 2, 2017

詩 Your Beauty

How shall I extol your beauty?
Fetching, arresting, lyrical?
Gobsmacking, even?
As I err toward that haunting country
Is your disdain a release
from the need to react
or a knife that strips away
the layers of pretense
to at last uncover
the aching desolation
I never knew existed?

No comments:

Post a Comment