That Sumptuous Look
A smile like God’s perfume implied that…what?
That in behind it was vanilla love,
Or fragrance like a diamond so cut
That only what is perfect from above
Could be its meaning. It refracted all
The colors of the one ideal and smelled
(If that’s the word) of something troubling, small
But overwhelming, utter, paralleled
By nothing in his cosmos till that time.
The shape was like vibrations from the strings
That music wishes it could find, the prime
Of absolutes, of starkest throne-like things.
..That so much meaning rises from that source
….Proves lips, desire, and mouths have God-like force.