Beauty Beoynd Infinity
Beauty beoynd infinity
Letters swirl around me
Each letter bears itself me before
like a twisted trondao
The blackened clouds above
shoved by visible wind
sometimes some times
other times smite
Which word to write is right or rite
Those lines i have lost
The gentle scrape of buttered knife on toast
That tautened skin of shoulder as teeth begin to bite
The peach stream dribbled down her perfect chin
Her perfection is my only respite
until our eyes next meat
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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