My Beauty

Her hair was silky smooth, her eyebrows were bushy.

Her elegant dress hung like the leaves of a willow. Her eyes so

Deep i could swim to the bottom and talk to the crabs.

Love is what intwins us, a neverending bond of desire.

Love is what creates us. The almighty looks down with glee

Upon her beauty, her radient beauty.

Then,

The small bald baby moves fast, too fast to catch.

The baby is gone. Billy is gone. Billy Burrows is gone.

We search till the dead of night, the cold sweeping in around us,

encaging us in its frosty grasp.

Then,

We see him, Me and my Beauty see which our eyes beg not too,

Our bald baby.

Dead.