You are beautiful. What else?
You are that beautiful
like never the unbeautiful ever was.
Beautiful.
The heaven taking me hostage
in the lighthouse without a sea.
In a dream that doesn't breathe.
You are words thrown together to feel.
The touch to hear the painting of a loud lullaby.
The shine that spirals the fog.
The virile seeds of all my sorrow,
growing ivory between broken ribs.
The seeds of all my sorrow.