BEAUTY HAS NO SKIN TO LICK
Beauty has no skin to lick
There has never been any of us
Without the throbbing ugly eye
Shackle the obscene so
The artist can explore like a butterfly
Uncaptured
Oblivious to the mantis
The spider’s web
Anything that would devour the splendid wing
The murmur of a mother
The only sound you will never remember
Sending the creator to the flower
Smear the honey of the launch, onto the captain’s ship
All the intellect teaches you only
Hurled into murky cold beyond sisters preen
Where earrings glow
Skin withers away so we can love again
Memories become my ocean
I swim once more in dark cadence
Churning the swell
Jewels fall from my lips
Gathered into a crown
Never worn on any brow
RDS
THE SECOND
Beauty has no skin to lick
There has never been any of us
Without the throbbing ugly eye
Shackle the obscene so
The artist can explore like a butterfly
Uncaptured
Oblivious to the mantis
The spider’s web
Anything that would devour the splendid wing
The murmur of a mother
The only sound you will never remember
Sending the creator to the flower
Smear the honey of the launch, onto the captain’s ship
All the intellect teaches you only
Hurled into murky cold beyond sisters preen
Where earrings glow
Skin withers away so we can love again
Memories become my ocean
I swim once more in dark cadence
Churning the swell
Jewels fall from my lips
Gathered into a crown
Never worn on any brow
RDS
THE SECOND
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