325. God goes walkabout
she turned & smiled:
my heart truly skipped a beat
as the morning sun sifted through
the long blonde hair on
her brow, her nose, her face
and I wrestled not to lose my grip
on this fixated grin as
my heart truly skipped a beat
recoiled in horror, repulsion,
marvelled at her beauty
and in that moment
I was cowed by the unspeakable cruelty
mother nature had bestowed
to give and take like this
what mother could inflict such a crime ?
yours and mine is the answer,
yours and mine.