Unbridled

A true artist gives everything Multiple meanings, So who is to say we live in the gutter? True beauty Stands unbridled, And if you could freeze a heart In place With a smile, Then nothing else matters. Maybe it's your eyes, The way they can draw attention Like a ray of light Leading toward a holy land, Or maybe it's your hand With its touch that lulls the restless To the calm of a busy night. Maybe it's your lips, The way your words break the spell Of a common imagination, But somehow, I know A sun shower may be as beautiful As a torrential thunderstorm, The beach view of an ocean May be as beautiful as sin, But God is always daring us To look beyond the images And beauty transcends the beholder. I bet you would look good in black leather, The kind that holds tight to skin As if it were painted on By the stroke of a brilliant artist Clinging, like a dreamer, To the side of a vision. I bet you would look good in a summer dress, One with a trim that keeps the hearts of men Pumping wildly and wishing. I bet you would look good Under a bit of rope And a side of whipped cream, A sight that would only be comparable To its taste. I bet you would look good In anything, Especially nothing at all, And should I be wrong That your eyes could swallow me whole, That your touch could bind my skin Yet retract so easily As I stand at the edge of my tongue And I am teetering As if I were on a diving board, Looking over the sparkling water And feeling as if I could drink you, As if I could swim and give my sweat To your bidding, Then nature will run its course And no one will ever know wiser.