Private Showcase

your face is illustrious,
it is the substance of which gold is made of.
the gods had spent days consolidating your beauty.
sculpting and edging
moulding and merging
transferring.
cultivating. all of their special qualities
for your being,
breath of life you’re breathing,
heart of thor it’s beating,
woven soul they’re knitting. your brown being.

but lord knows your soul is reason
i return to your exihibtion. it is pleasing,
it is within and without moments.
a catalyst? a storm in the cosmos,
stardust residue
with clouds let loose
coloured with all your dark hues.
stroked on silver bruise,
stroked on queues.
on you, you, Universe Muse.

don’t you know how you stain my soul
with your marble eyes? spilt paint over earth.
smudging my spirit with frequencies that reach from
you to me,
from here, to there
to a place frantic with colour.

a realm resides in your being,
encased in your bones,
stretching around muscles,
wrapping itself around nerves.
my eyes
have seen
worlds
that
do
not
belong,
for long but this…

this i am sure of.
that stars sleep inside you with reckless abandon.
evidence seep through
your dark luminous covering.
how could
the Vatican dare to
compete with this expression of art?

 

this expression of art.
what is it that sets you apart?
it could be my heart. it takes all your parts and make you this art.
it makes you this art.
right from the start. it knew it would draft .
it’s own set of art from all that you are.
it made you my ark then set you apart
as my private showcase.
it leaves me in awe.
because in you it saw that humans could soar.
that we can still glow way past the shore
where water meets dawn.
it still leave me awe.

my private escape.
masterpiece of the sky.
you, you reckless canvas.
how could you not be one?
how could you not
live in fleeting moments and wild
winds?
when you spread your wings,
even the oldest bird sings for the joy that evening brings.

oh what a sight.
oh how you come alight
when the moon sets over your body by midnight.
it was written all over your face.
all over your body.
hidden in the grooves of your muscles were stars.
i tried to name them but they were
too many
and
morning came too early.
i was nocturnal maybe
it was because of you mainly
i could not admit this so bravely
so I wrote it down nightly
about how I missed you gravely.

for me you are moonlight.
Luminous Dark-Knight.
draw your sword and the sun will raise its shield.
ephonious sounds arise from the clash.
you will spar until the dawn breaks
and it will replace you in the skies
the world awakens to
this Morning-Star.
and you wait for dusk to reclaim your throne.
but what the sun doesn’t know
is that you are the showcase.

you, you, Universe Muse.
you have faced the awe striking.
it has decorated your forehead with soft kisses.
what else dares disturbs an extension
of its essence on earth.

what could stop those eyes from
reaching inside my being
and pulling at nerve endings?
i know.
i will sow your eyelids shut.
and drap you in all this lace.
in this way
my world would be a safer place.
where i might find peace
without you masterpiece.