Your beauty.
Your beauty. I see your beauty
in the middle
of the the room, like flowers cropping up
in the middle
of a lawn, a road, a dirt desert, garden
to nowhere.
Your beauty. I see your beauty
falling, cascading like petals
in a field, in a room, in a vase,
a skeletal carcass cascading lips
like teeth, falling, leading
to nowhere.
Your beauty. The beauty at the end
of a road, the beginning of path
to nowhere,
marries the end and the beginning, forms
circle,
Möbius strip to love
and nowhere.
The love is contained on the outside, external
atmosphere encloses with glow circle
of nowhere.
Hum that glistens, hum that glows,
opens vestigial path
to nowhere.