Beauty’s Breeze
I want to be where beauty goes
When she leaves with winter’s blows
I want to be where beauty’s born
Not where she has fled; people mourn
I want to tag-along when beauty splits
Share her glamour, adore her glitz
I long to be in beauty’s wake
Whatever crumbs that fall I’ll take
I want to sail with beauty’s gales
A lanteen launch from life’s travails
I want to be where beauty flies
And life is bliss with press of thighs
I want to see through beauty’s veils
Lay intoxicated in her sweet details
I want to look up beauty’s dress
In my heart she will be no less
I hope that beauty hears my pleas
For I know that she can be a tease
So let me join this beautiful race
To kiss her lips; to hold her face
And die with beauty in a warm embrace
(Perhaps in some far-off exotic place?)
