Her Name Is Beauty

There is beauty that haunts me,
eludes me

but runs ragged through my thoughts
and I am helpless

as it runs over me.

I pull water from the well of delusion
and drink and bathe from it.

I tell myself
this is how it is,

this is how it must be.
I know, I realize

this is a choice
and these choices

can only last
for as long as we wish

them to be.