22 March 2008

Ode To Beauty


This beast sees through eyes tuned
to lesser light; delights in love’s deft
touch – senses sharpened in scent
and echoes. And in the bite bright
teeth savour romantic flavours rich
in saliva of familiarity. This is the
beauty in the beast I see. She gives
with no aim but pleasure of being,
sings harmony with ease. In purest
gaze says she loves me with her
amber eyes, a liquid tongue to
taste the soothing truth of me.
© 2 February 2008, I. D. Carswell