Beauty
I look for beauty–
There she is.
Short in stature
Kind eyes and wings
Garment covers her
Breasts and womb;
Womb of life and
Love.
Her cup of gentleness
Runneth over
Hair spills down her
Smooth, bare-back
Her hands of silk,
Touch of satin,
Stroke my chest.
Soon I gaze and
Sets ablaze a
Fire on top
Of her head.
She takes my
Hand, and she
Guides me into
The dark wood.
I need not
Be afraid–
For beauty is
My guide;
She is my light.
