Insolence

Your beauty
Is an insult
To the mirror
It has
No name
No right
No legacy

We'd wish it
To be kept
Into a dark
And secret place

It is
Magnificently
Blinding
And bold
A danger
Smothered
In a big affront
Reverberating itself
Into
Nothingness
Waiting for
The infinity
for Blossoming
Like a silent Bird
In spring

Time
Rushing
Sacrificially
Swallowing
The innocence
Of a greedy youth
On the altar
Of archaïc fears