27 February 2007, 11:18 AM
A piece from earlier in the year that I never posted
Getting back to things
less base than mere desire-
wondering what constitutes
beauty. Is it form, substance,
some mix of the two? The gentle dip
where waist joins hip-
wherever it is that they join...
Is it the color of skin, the texture,
the incense of body and breath-
these are form; serve function.
Where lies beauty
in the midst of wind and sand?
The face beheld this moment will be gone
tomorrow. All things will be other,
some joys turn to sorrow, and wounds
to succor and balm.