Monday, December 27, 2010

We all want something beautiful


We all want something beautiful
Someone
beautiful
Someone who
at a dinner party
years after you first fell in love
catches your eye
from across the room
while you are in the middle of a conversation
about the current presidential administration
makes you pause
excuse yourself
walk over to her
and whisper in her ear
subtly
discreetly
"My god, you are beautiful"
and mean it
And she knows
feels even
that you do.

New Girl


A painting hangs
far across the room
out of focus
radiating beauty
The blank spaces
filled in
with hope and desire
But with each step closer
each stone turned
the undiscovered
discovered
The page is gradually
written over
by the harsh poet
of reality
And the shiny
luscious
perfectly-shaped
fruit
tastes bitter
when finally
eaten