The Lust for Beauty

Doors open and close around the bodice of an angel.

Anoint my head with a wreath of thoughts,

Which run with concentrated fragrant oils down drains.

The odour of sewage and ancient plumbing overwhelms.

The body has an appetite for the leud

Whilst the soul feeds from the heavens.

All the while the envy and lust for beauty stays with me.

Craig 25 07 2025

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