BEAUTY INTO A FRAME

COSTUME OF BEAUTY
Body is only a costume which enables
 us to do some performance
Then later we have to
take it off; 
while waiting for the next scene: 
The balance of the story is 
Death; 
Also next life too.....
The dead ghosts are still hunting
for living bodies,
her wrinkly
hands touched
the rusted strings of an old
Guitar, slivered chords rumbled
Creating unsung melodies.
A burial ground bloom in celebration,
Daffodils carpeted the mother earth,
as love  selfishly awaited
to replay the games of bodies.
In denial  spirits gazed in despair,
Like an illusion of her opulent
Breasts unable
to allure them to soak the
Seedlings into her sick womb…