Persuasion
by Stephanie McLellan
Who was it that said we should not
Suppose that beauty is goodness?
Your dewy, amber eyes disagree.
The youth in your hand quivers.
Fingertips tender to touch, but hurried,
Sliding under straps, tugging until it falls.
"Listen", you say, while shrugging on that
Tattered shirt, nearly buttonless by now.
I never should have listened.
There is goodness in this beauty.
Vanish. Disappear. Run if you must.
These sweeping, sloping lines will draw
Your eyes upon me once more.
There is goodness in us.
There is goodness in this beauty.
Vanish. Disappear. Run if you must.
These sweeping, sloping lines will draw
Your eyes upon me once more.
There is goodness in us.
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