WOMAN IS BEAUTY

WOMAN IS BEAUTY

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

We bend the illusion to suit our senses

risking that the artifacts of our intent spiral

and losing control we all do.

How fervent the flower of beauty stills

and sequesters our hearts.

If in love with beauty we cast away right

and the wrong becomes lust

in love with lust

shall not make the adjustment clear to define

that our quarters are roomed

by the emeriti of what we conceive as love.

We bend to the solace and demurity of her

understanding the chance we take

could very well behead us in the very end.

How we harvest in the moonlight

for the ancestral waves of these promises

linked by joy and its sustenance.

If in love we are confused by its face

we learn the passage by faith

and tolerate the pains of its faltering.

Love is a conquering spirit

that even God professes is the key, and

the Way to our Salvation.

I cannot stand amidst beauty

for the cravings of these entrapments fare

and I am a penniless wanderer

consumed by the whole wicked affair.

Woman is beauty.

Woman is the concubine of all my efforts.