339. 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.