I am standing face to face with intelligent beauty.

Every action so smooth, so deliberate

I see her every gesture, I hear her every thought

She is a serpent, as tame as the wind.

I then realize beauty is a hypocrite.

It’s almost never inside out.

Beauty is the beast.

Make me a liar.

Comments

Glenn Stok from Long Island, NY on March 27, 2017:

Nice poem Angelo. Reading between the lines, so to say, I get a lot of meaning out of it. And I can almost feel where you are emotionally with it.