As the Caravaggio to Stendhal
So you are to me
My body shakes
With such force that I cannot breathe
I cannot withstand your beauty
It so dismantles me
I am a mortal soul witnessing
The making of the sea
Every shred of me, the very depth of me
Is plunged into the crux of sensuality
A surging evisceration of the heart
Ephemerality, in madness’ arms
The foundation of my thoughts
Fiercely interlock
As quickly as it came
So it was lost
This effervescent rush
Of evanescent touch
Every taints (my lust)
Ever haunts (my blood)
As quickly as it came
So it was lost
Ever I long
In intimation’s dust
As the Caravaggio to Stendhal
So you are to me
Ecstasy
That of only impressions I have reached
WRITTEN BY DIANNA C.
IMAGE BY CHRISTINE TAM
