Nine Words
I want a five-word sentence about the pain of beauty.
And beauty is painful:
Because you want to be it, and aren’t.
Because you want to sense it all, and can’t.
Because you want it to last, and it won’t.
Laps a tongue at twilight’s scents whispering “…Come….” Gone.
Okay, nine words…
Copyright © Bill Sander | Year Posted 2005
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