Rambling about Her

The stars seem to shine for you, in particular.
Your beauty’s so stunning it leaves me inarticulate.
The scent of wildflowers; like an olfactory vernacular,
emanates from your body, like sound from an instrument.

My brain twitches
its
crass
and like symbols from ash, after fire
cymbals clash,

and the Phoenix, it rises,
destroys cities, disguises  
them
in sand and baptizes them;

Now they’re reborn, with new purpose
adorned
like a corpus, with thorns  
shaped like a crown.

Proper nouns

are the only thing worthy to label
the beauty within you...

it reads like a fable.

It cannot be real…
It’s harder than steel,
Infinite like a wheel,
And yet soft to the touch,
lacking friction  
as such,

the only prescription
for the condition  
you leave my soul in (lust)
is to behold in all its splendor  
the fullness of your body
rendered.

Inside you,

and you beside me.