Masterpiece

The greatest beauty is 

too immense 

to take in 

all at once. 

Take a painting 

by a master- 

Michelangelo, 

perhaps, 

or Raphael, 

if you prefer. 

You cannot see 

both the cherub 

throned in clouds 

and the perfect way 

the grass 

curls around 

the Madonna’s feet. 

You must look 

at a masterpiece, 

inch 

by tiny inch 

to appreciate it 

fully, 

and even then, 

once you believe 

you have absorbed 

all there is to see, 

it will reveal 

more secrets 

to you. 

You are like that, 

my darling. 

I cannot think 

of the way 

the skin 

at the base 

of your neck 

feels against 

my lips, 

and also admire the

dark galaxies 

in your eyes. 

You are 

too much beauty 

to ever 

grow tired 

of staring.