Fantasists
we became those people overnight,
fantasists who daydream holding
hands and speak in whispers of ‘true love’
like nothing came before a kiss across
the console of a Chevy Cruz or
will exist without space curvature
across the low points of
our spines…
~
i’ve fanned the flames
and lost myself in
your geometry.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
Hourglass Justice & Beautiful Flaws
I’m not sure there is a proper explanation for this, but I wrote two poems about geometry tonight.
Hourglass Justice
grieving
hourglass justice,
aspects of people,
revelations of smooth skin
truth in your beauty
post-modern aesthetics
virtue and ripe fruit
reciprocal laughter
a tangent in circles
our infinite close points
just touch the curve.
© Ben Ditmars 2015
Beautiful Flaws
pop cultural icons are
lines through a pair, you can’t be
perfect, you already are
beauty is flawed, flaws
are your beauty.
© Ben Ditmars 2015
