A Thing Of Beauty by Katherine Robbins Karr

by kkarr

She is a thing of
Beauty,
Softened grains,
Pearl clamped
In a scaled shell.

Poet's muse is
Her only.

Tightly wound
A glimmering thorn.

Envy's follicle's
Never escaping
Perfection.

Mirror drop of
Soft petal sheath,
In awe of
Grace as she is
This.

Sweet surrender
Of rains,
Heaven's gaze adrift
And never in search
Of Envy.

Peeking out at serenity
Streaming in,
So delicate,
A rare particle,
As soft as a maiden's gaze
On her lover.

Sweet, never too succulent,
Always closing in
On Beauty.