Tag Archives: Beauty
A blonde, terrifyingly beautiful in Chanel, But just another Sequoia tall and Fragile, as the forest ranger droned, Prone to fire, disease and drought. Prone then. A blonde with a great job, Portrayed in light yet grasping At straw colored … Continue reading
I supposed it did not matter, how the water shimmered in last light. Her, Children did not stop their ripe splashing to glance at rising moon. Her, Pale beauty was instead interrupted by their stupid, joyous laughter. Her, Leaving had … Continue reading
Your brilliant beauty threatens To suffocate my gaze With radiant color and stupid simplicity. Angel. Your little naked strut and Then the shaking and shimmying, Underneath the coiled torso Pummel-lumelling you. Oh, the rattle and hum! Oh the lows, … Continue reading
(Bathers under the Pines by the Sea, 1926, Theo van Rysselberghe) She is lightly floating upon her own pendulum And the ants go forth under her feet as though shaded In sweet comfort by the mere nearness in electric … Continue reading
We lazed among crumpled sheets Yellowed with fervor – love’s remains, though perhaps it was the champagne, slipping, as it had, her grasp in a more ticklish vein when she had loaned me her hand For just the right finish.