too womanly

loose breasts emasculate
his member and their sons,
her body sways jovially-
he faints to his death.

plastic wrap

the clear film transcends itself across the neck,
a soft inclination, a slight tug-
peel off slowly,
almost precisely.

skin leaps bounds across the open terrain
floundering about as though
thoughts caressed its gentle
cellophane atmosphere.

away it flies
as skin turns loose
toward the open sky,
carried only such
as a plastic bag is carried by the wind.

forever obedient by the earth,
the creator of it's thin, soluble existence
mastermound truth,
buried underneath layers of unshed skin.

you may not see everything i do

the wonders of life
stand in front of thine eye,
beauty beholds the perceiver
yet not always the beholder.

I found him laying on the grass
adjacent to his backyard lake,
sprawled out, both legs and arms,
reminiscent of a dead fish.

eyelids shut tight,
forming a shield from harsh sunlight,
mouth agape, dripping lines of saliva
across his white shirt.

the way the light reflects
off the still lake onto
his snow-white face
reminds me of when we first met-
many years ago.

then, he smiled and laughed constantly,
so much so he cheeks would ache.

now, the remainder of his human form
lays defenseless under noon rays.
his brows furrowed, in thought and agitation
give way to complex molecules at work.

I move closer, allowing my shadow
to caress his pained expression.
an eye peeps open, a smirk-like frown emerges.
one dimple appears,
(oh how ive taken such pleasure
in his dimples over the years)
such a beautiful sight to witness
upon such a sorry man.

he sighs and closes his eyes once more,
opens his palm and lets his fingers fall.

I crawl to his level,
put my hand inside his,
kissing his silent tears.

"I've arrived."
whispered I.
no vocal response,
simply a tiny hand squeeze.

his beauty is fading in his mind,
yet it blossoms from the inside-out
through mine.

beauty is what one makes it,
simple, yet powerful,
striking the unsuspecting soul
with the grand force of divinity.