Sum of Beautiful

Perfection is too damned a thing to desire.
So, I pen epithets that lack adjectives and
archive poems that describe both
the intangible and unnatural.

For what I have known,
no man can translate or comprehend.
How Earth and heaven and sea and Hestia
have congealed into one being.

I knew you,
when thoughts were free
as gazelles on the Serengeti
and love was reserved for mothers and toys.

But, who can know the depth of the deep?
If I could feel lightning in my hand and go unscathed
would it still be as regal in the night sky?

You are both the damned and the desired.
And I am undone by the mystery of it all.
To love the ethereal is to touch the face of God,
if only for a moment.

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