Daniel Edward Moore
DEAR BEAUTY
If you’re saddened by the few remaining petals
creeping through cracks in your fortress of fear,
at least by wearing night’s string of pearls
like stars around your throat your lips could
gently damn the flowers for ruin not being fragrant.
Since you’ve always believed your mouth had the
power to save a world in flames, be tender, but quick,
make me your straw, watch me drink the blaze.
back to contents
prev
next