Your Sheer Beauty (poem)

When I met you,

I would have written of your sheer beauty,

the shining of your smile,

and the shades of brown in your eyes.

I could have gotten lost in it,

fallen in love with it,

found a novel in it,

that endless sheer beauty.

We were lucky though,

I did not kidnap your image

and hold it prisoner

as I committed violence against you.

I did not strip you down

until you were nothing but beautiful,

only to rewrite your character

and force you into its mold.

I did not murder your humanity,

fill you with paranoid fear,

or had my way with you,

only to call it undying love.

When I met you,

I could have written of your sheer beauty.

Thank the divine I didn't.

No one should suffer such insane violence.

-Zero