The edge of life

The edge of life

In the night silence
         heart beating
through veins of love
         desire at rest
murmur of lips
         language beyond words
hungers in abeyance
         so she sleeps
nights fall
         days fall
leaves fall
         by the wayside
so the body rests
         secure in its truths
its gentle autumns
         universe of dreams
of breath
         and dilated lungs
the frosted glass
         at dawn
the waspish planet
         Venus rising
grace and beauty
         a lightness of touch
her mind her soul
         the cutting edge

John Lyons

Beauty

Beauty

People may say
         that beauty is abstract
that it is a concept
         or a notion
a paragon or an ideal
         an archetype
or a quintessence
         a gold standard
by which to measure

But I say no
         I have held beauty
in my arms
         stroked the hair
caressed the flesh
         felt the pulse
of warm blood
         coursing through
her veins
         looked deep
into her eyes
         watched as
a red-rose blush
         spread down
from her cheeks
         over her neck
and across her breast
         a beauty to be culled
time and time again
         and again

John Lyons