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.
