I catch brief glances
as I wake
from my camping tent prison.
Glances in the periphery.

Beauty lies next to me.

A Mayan princess, a goddess,
a cluster of galaxies,
an entity I cannot describe
no matter how I try.

Beauty laid next to me.

I simply desire a touch,
a tiny portion of her affection,
a hint of her essence,
that could flow into mine.

Beauty will soon lie elsewhere,
out of range,
away from the periphery.