and Beauty walks in
to an empty heart
through hungry eyes;

this crowded cafe
was an empty room
until She walked in;

people get in my way
until i find one person
to talk to;

i need someone
i am nothing

but words
heard and thought
to be beautiful.

Beauty is a corset
for lust laced
with purity;

Her figure
fills the mold
by a thousand
thousand years
of poetry;

Beauty’s vessel
from which i lust to drink
my eyes filled
but heart empty;