Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Form

The destinies of two worlds meet
in the middle of this earthly existence.

Your bosom reveals eternal charm to God
but to every man, an insidious adoration.

A herd of lions adore your skin,
it's pure wisdom, an enigma so serene.

Ah, a luminous face, fragile hands,
like waterfalls they fail not to enchant!

A deep and grieving navel begets the angels,
they too fall in sweet surrender.

Thou cast no stone unto thy form,
her beauty is now my kingdom!