An Alternative Universe Has No Narcissus Blossoms Lingering by Ponds
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Narcissus climbed down from the edge and stepped
In, lowering himself until he saw
The water start to calm. His body kept
Itself as still as it could manage. Awe
Returned again once ripples disappeared.
Still now he understood the facts. He placed
His palms against the surface. Ripples smeared
The beauty every time his fingers traced
The shining image with their yearning tips,
But now because those genitals had gone
From shining sight, and since those bulging hips
Had vanished, he grew bored. An unsexed yawn
Spread over that young face that he had watched.
The beauty of the moment had been botched.
