This is the beauty.
One more radiant than
the starlit canopy that
hoovers elegantly beneath the skies.

This is the Beauty.
One deeper than the Motley
pebbles beneath the
sands of palm tree wonderlands.

This is the Beauty.
Of a figure of many
shapes and sizes that lives
in purest legacy.
Of which each legacy is perfect.

This is the Beauty.
A Skin, breeched by palms in ecstacy
of silk that rides
like shooting stars
far into the night.

The beauty of a woman.