Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Tell me

If you cannot see the beauty, in your beard,
in your body, in the brevity, abundance, or absence,
of your own tender breasts; the down, or the scar,
or the curve, of your back; if you fear this;
then, tell me; where does fear end,
and where, does beauty,

Note: two poems today; the first, “Child, hold your lantern,” is here.


Jan/JFM said...

A good question for which I have no answer, William~

William Michaelian said...

And yet maybe worth our asking now and again. Thank you, dear friend.