I'm not beautiful—
no scandalous, empyrean beauty;
not the beauty
of long legs and sleepless nights,
not transcendental, not diaphanous;
no ambrosia, no absinthe;
no earthly Aphrodite
to crush your heart
with slender hands.
No,
not the kind of beauty
that makes disciple
out of man;
but
our secrets, they rhyme darkly
and your heart is beating sharply,
and tonight I'll make you love me
while I can.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 6:34 AM UTC
I'm not beautiful—
no scandalous, empyrean beauty;
not the beauty
of long legs and sleepless nights,
not transcendental, not diaphanous;
no ambrosia, no absinthe;
no earthly Aphrodite
to crush your heart
with slender hands.
No,
not the kind of beauty
that makes disciple
out of man;
but
our secrets, they rhyme darkly
and your heart is beating sharply,
and tonight I'll make you love me
while I can.
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