The Burden of Beauty

With every blink eclipsing the folds of flesh that follow, I’m a moment to behold. As though you had crafted me yourself, a racing mind fills in the voids between. Consuming and damning, all at once. You are hell and grace crescendoed into an inexplicable fortress of flesh that could only be you. A whisper of life that threatens mine. The weight of what you could and couldn’t be beckoning me; like an unwelcome gift. Dare I say, it’s a trap? You and I both will fall back to the earth once more. The glorious visual dalliance shall cease to smokeless ash. Forgotten fertile earth humbling us all over again. Black soot smeared underneath a crow’s rustle, trailing the forlorn sleeping willows leaves. Only in the burden of beauty can I die to be free. No thing and no one yearns for me.