beauty stain.

love,
the pretty eye
that draws you over,
around the meadow sweeping,
like lace candy,
apple seeds with regret.

and in silk breasts,
you are drawn in,
lips of warm pink
the touch of woman to ruin
your noble heart,
with legs, statuesque.

i hold the lilacs
in my perched breast,
satin upon silk,
for spring to notice,
yet wind speaks silence.

gravity at my center
pulls, and all soil evaporates
into the ether,
i breathe,
my teeth sink into skin,
you are new again.

in my little mind,
your heart decays,
spring flowers reverse order,
time rewinds itself.

and the snow petals arrange f l a w l e s s l y ,
above your bed,
with sleeping pillows,
and willow dreams.

remember last w i n t e r
when you shared all sacredness?

another o n e,
you thought was
beauty.