poetry.

& you can wear all the jewellery you like
in hasty mirror-kissed mornings
on your neck & through ears, such colours
seen on shrines of sparkling sapphires &
golden homage to gods; yes, you can wear
stones pearl chain cheap glistening pendants
or a hint of romantic blossom rouge
flower clips oriental whispering skirts
such rich profusions, art wrapped around the canvas
that is your skin touched perfect...
but you don't kid me: everything around you
dim in desperate & bleak comparison,
all cart away into nothingness simply leaving
something that is more beautiful than all these things
that is simply you.