by Koye Berry
I would dance for it like Salomé;
The veils are words of God,
A Christianity.

Once plated,
I would adorn it with hyacinths,
Photograph its features:

Green eyes gone dull, lifeless---
Petrified lips open

The skin is colorless.
I would kiss it sweetly
Like a fresh injury

Or an old talisman.
I would display it, proud;
It would greet visitors

As if saying, "Here! Here
Is true beauty without arrogance.
Here is youth suspended."

Nonetheless, he hides himself from me
Like the sediment that agitates the oyster;
The seldom smiles are pearls.
Posted by: Koye Berry

Poetry (May 6th, 2009)