Black Beauty

was merely looking until I saw
a vision
and I wanted
no more;
all my history gathered
then, when
you materialised
an impossibility of beauty;
My feeble heart blacked out
my mind trembled without doubt
– I thought I had seen you before
but this you stripped me down to base awe
and I knew I desired to embrace a universe:
no sound of ticking clocks
(hands cover faces noiselessly);
no tears in calendar pages
(no longer able to persuade).

If ever love could be a part of me
it was
then, when
in the first and last,
I saw thee

Frame by frame
painted joy on my face ingenuously;
dark is delight
as my breath
followed you
shadowing your
stunning sensuality
I saw thee,
first and last
an impossibility

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