Is it true that beauty
is only skin deep?
I ask you, diving man,
how can this be so?
Poised and ready
staring down the wave
and swell of the ocean,
what lies beneath?
What's it like
to cut surface water
your body preforming
the switch of blade?
Does it seem to you
an assault at first,
your bubbling breath,
a festering wound?
In response, tell me
does all the ocean
heal up around you?
Does the beauty lie deep?
(Currently published in the online poetry journal "Adagio Verse Quarterly." Please visit this new poetry online quarterly journal put together by Michael Ladanyi and Robert Levin.)
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
They are two of my favorite things
in poetry!
Maria
~Nikki~
peggy
Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$
- J -