Yesterday, I saw
a picture of you,
Green eyes and
gold-laced shoes.
But the world's
most beautiful blocked my view.
Their hair,
their nose and, worse,
Their
unnaturally lanky cheek bones,
Taller than
sky-scrapers,
Obscured the
vision of my one thing true.
Till they spoke,
revealing deformity
With lifeless,
knee-deep words,
And faded away
with humorless verbs
So that I saw
again,
Still solidly in
place, as if braced,
That clear
picture of you.
But behold,
there I was off to one side,
Kissing your
cheek a tender shade of blue.