A Poem on the subject of aesthetic theory, sort of.
All spheres turning in harmony
Heavenly bodies collide
To deny such cosmic alchemy- t’would be psycocide
So,
Achtung me no cautions,
Your divine proportions
Are begging to be twisted through serpentine contortions
The musical smooth skinned frictionless grind
Transports, transfigures, reintegrates minds
God in carnality, the heaven we can touch
Ethereally welded electrostatic beam eyes
Under-skin goosebumped entropic buzz
Softly blazing spring sundown eyes
Touches intense as melting ice
Compress in smoke wrapped moments the vigour of a life-
time lived
Apart from space and ecstasy
From beauty, life and love
Open eyes once, then once again, then see
Ground below and sky above
Currently there are no comments related to "On Beauty". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!