Never Such Beauty

Burgundy wine, love: a deep temptation. Never such beauty,

A biblic soul. We dance—a scripted vibe—in-cryptic

Scrolls. I’m so gentle—the Word, a muffled passion. She

Prays—an angel: I float—a seraph. Never such beauty, the

Arc of wings. Such furtive laughter—to ponder—“the

Almost.” We tether joy—the lost of love. And such chills,

A moment magic. My dearest fusion, a soul, pierces my

Psyche. She peaks—a vision—and guides a nib. Never

Such beauty—our manuscript. She ventures my prose: I

Venture her skills. Her deepest sorrow, a death unnoticed.

We tip a toe—the brightest arc. And such tension, the night

Is melting. I graft—an instance: “what if”? And she grafts

A fortress: “I can’t.” We perish the beauty, dying fast. I

Bark a cuss-word, and we laugh the irony.