Beauty

From afar I yearn for you-

Your curious but vulnerable eyes are
danger wrapped in misty allure, 

face, glows like a bronze moon,
giving black tresses sheen
of night trying to conceal a forest burning in distance;

Curves and arches of your being,
As if all the definitions of bodily elements of beauty
have come together to define ‘perfection of form’-
all senses consenting to the highest state of elation;

But, Someone said,
‘Beauty is nothing but beginning of terror,
which we still are just able to endure.’

In coming closer,
I fear my annihilation!
But,
worst still!
What if you serenely disdained to annihilate me!

-Pulastya