Beauty as powerful as furls of cream unfolding in tea,
As tender as the kiss of moonlight upon the sea,
As thick as carnal memory,
As fluid as a woman floating in space,
As redolent as the harmony of the hardships we face,
As final as the succinct epitaph,
As punching as wit and its muffled laugh,
As reaching as old oak branches penetrating the sky,
As moving as warm death captured in the corner of a lover's eye,
As allaying as self-indulgence upon the couch,
As lazy as the tepid meal lounging in the black widow's pouch,
As promising as the newborn parent who sees prospects for everything,
As uncertain as the ghetto child scheming to fly away upon broken wings
These are the things unfolded which elucidate the power of beauty (in you).
the art of love
l.m