Beauty came

to me

at the kiss

of day meets night meets day.

The moon,

a rosy bulb

hung playfully,

dimpled and laughing

as the sky heralded

shift.

For a second,

Fear hit;

then I heard

ever so many

hundred years past,

leaves of

ecstasy,

caught in a

breeze

chill-bent

delicious,

my huddled

warm body

yearning for the

season’s clear,

fresh cutting

through the

doldrums and dog days.

Cat-like

I writhe and

paw

at the

tantalising promise

of a dream;

the strength it

has given me.

A golden roof,

glittering ascendant spires

that make

me want to

scream and

dance in the

city’s story,

however temporary.

Still I feel

the gaze of

lustful hope

cast through time,

the dear soul

landing in the

hence, the

hereafter,

finding me.

And it was bodily;

it was beauty.