The Beauty

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs..

And beauty is not a need 
     but an ectasy

It is not a mouth thirsting, 
      this is an empty hand stretched forth.

But rather a heart incensed
      and a soul enchanted.

It is not a picture you would see
      or a song you would hear,

But rather a picture you see though you close your eyes
      And a song you hear though you shut your ears..

*write while weary*