164. A Vision of Perfection
Blue
To see her was heaven
The deep blue of them eyes
Lapis lazuli
Twin wells of sea-water caught in a steady gaze
Mesmerized am I
The word clacking
Like a wooden bead against my teeth
A paralysis of the optic nerve
I stood there
Caught in the net of her iris
And the face
The whole of it
A map of some forbidden beauty
The nose a fine ridge
The mouth a soft promise
Perfection
Or as near as the clay gets
To the divine before the rot sets in
Flower bright
I felt the heavy
Dark blanket of my melancholy
The old grey dog of sadness
Melted by your grace
To see her was heaven
A visual miracle
I watched the light dance
Upon her brow
For a heartbeat
The clock stopped ticking
The hall ceased its dull
Rhythmic thudding,
And the world was nothing
But a blue peaceful ocean
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