No,
not your beauty.
No,
not your intelligence, smile, big heart, small breasts,
the morning in your eyes
the promise in your lips
white skin, broken finger, red shirt with uncountable buttons.
Nor, neither, not even
that fire pouring from your loins’ inferno
purging my thirst with red-hot mud
and awakening suns,
the moths circling your pen holding finger
waiting for the moment you pour the paint on their grayness of wing
to die knowing of being a one night’s Swallowtail,
those sounds escaping your throat’s strings and woodwinds
and percussion and brass and forest birds and mountain brooks
dressing my wake-up moments with never wake-up desires.
No, none of these.
All and more.
You.
In a list
A contest entry
- What Makes A Woman Beautiful? by Poetryintheblood.
375 points, ended August 18, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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"No,
not your beauty."
This is a wondrous penning, Scribe...One overflowing with all the things that Love supposes...& responds to, from dream. Congratulations on your silver, my Friend. 
Wanda
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Thank you for your beautiful entry, Josephine
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it is everything and nothing at all
I know it is
Tamara
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Beauty is more than words, your words are more than poetry, your poetry much more than beauty. It is genuine love
~Sonja~
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