searching for Helen
erosion
a warm and friendly rush
a chance of beauty never seen
now and again, I lose my breath
but moments in between
are just a blur of pink and flesh and white
and everyone is all a-smiles
and all the while
I’m searching for Helen
nakedness
laid bare my soul for skin
I’m a leper inside out
I’m falling off, I’m caving in
but moments in between
I feel I’m next to God
I’m a superhero saint!
cut me down
I’m searching for Helen
we men of Troy adore you
failing in our needs before you
your beauty launched a thousand sins
yet from the hands of God it all begins
we men and boys adore you
we pervert you and distort you
our weakness launched a thousand sins
yet from the hands of God it all begins…
© 1998 lance saint ash