i see beauty in blinded open eyes
that stare at nothingness of the sky,
in eclipse eclipsed by the sightless portion of eyes,
in gourdlike lips amazed by soul’s flight,
in misty thumb & its neighbour
that lull lidless eyes.

i see beauty in sackful eyes that trickle
their hopes & love over soulless seedlings,
in ululations and murmurs, and in deepest sighs,
in open arms that gentle-take
their beloved to the bathing bed,
in begloved hands that romantically rub
and warm; sprinkle and dust a newly-crowned king.

i see beauty,
i see beauty [& also love] in wearing a beloved’s pleasant perfume,
in dressing him in new apparels,
in being loved by tongue,
in being hugged by closest hands.

beauty,
beauty i see in lying on a bier throne
and in being praised by entourages and silence.

i see beauty,
beauty i see in firmly fixed bier throne,
residing the kinsmen’s shoulders,
in vertically marked faces with waters of joy,
in waving hands of air & trees saluting
a newly-crowned king carried by silent shoulders.

beauty i see in mortuaries and graves,
in rooms and boxes we keep our gems,
in swollen holes that ever beg our stay,
in hands that sprinkle drops over a pregnant hole,
in sucked and smiling eyes too,
in moonrunning steps perforced by patience,
in the aching heart forgotten in the tomb.

beauty i see in persistent wanderlust,
in counter-steps taken to the sleeping kings,
in palms filled with murmurs and tears,
in the fingertips of gentle wind
that drum to the dirgeful songs sung
by the over-tomb dancing grasses.

beauty i see in lips of hearts lipsyncing
the songs of sorrow—the macabre’s chirps,
beauty i see in how names of our beloved
are engraved on standing slates decorated
with black and white roses,
beauty i see in divorcing the goddess of beauty—
the mighty death’s irony.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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