The Utility of a Beautiful Thing

Do you think that that face,
So flawlessly beautiful, ever
Will be of much use to me?
Its owner says little. She smiles.
We pass. I haven't found means
To get her to speak freely,
And what if I did? What would
I like to learn: that her husband
Or boyfriend's some sort
Of Adonis, that she prefers
Women, and lives with her mom
And a litter of grubby-faced kids
Lacking dads? Even if she proved
Single and partial to men, it's unlikely
That she wants one married and old,
So the only thing I'll get from that
Face is torment, and I don't need
Much more of that.


Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-18 at 19:42

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Ah the Patron Saint of Muted Desire strikes again. A good poem as usual