Beauty

I know it will be said that I've been smitten,

by your tampac glisten.

But if the truth be told,

the five senses uphold,

the final say on excellence so chasten,

that the learned are confounded.


You are so silken far above the kitten

And your movement so flowless,

That the broken line of my vision can follow your motion

To the apex of your zoken.


Scents of roses float from your wake

To supply my life-breath, sourced from your driftings.

I salute your crooning, which soothes my bruisings

and heals my ache.


To be in your presence, is a peace so precious

as though you know the essence of life.

For beauty they say, is in the eye of the

Beholden