These things you say of beauty
In truth it's spoke, not of her
but of needs unsalted,
Beauty is not a need
But an ecstasy
A thirsting, however quenched
Pale lines drawn dark
Dark line fading to pale
Speak not of the image
That image can often lie
Think more of the being, with-in
Her heart, her soul, is more than the whole
cc Mervyn Graham (2014)
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