Feelings of a Lonely Stranger

simple beauty

Trace the tender curve of her earlobe with your eyes,

look, let your gaze sweep over the figure,

don't miss a single detail.

Etch the ribs into your memory,

they are aligned neatly for you.

Edge of white lace,

a single shade more pale than the skin that covered them,

the perfect bones

lovely bones

joint together as if a constellation.

As it is fate, I can see

as I watch you watch her,

I can tell.

For she is as slender as the new moon,

as ever-changing as well,

you must learn to drink in the image.

The supple bottom lip,

an elegant rose

against the ivory.