Gaye Chapman
All this usless beauty III

Passengers


All this useless beauty
that bleeds into me
comes from you.

In this vehicle
we’re carrying a ghost
like a passenger
from one mind
to another

you come
as though there were no other
with joy in your eyes
you turn your voice low
and speak to me

this is all we can be
bright and perfect
attracting travellers
to the very core
of us.

All this useless beauty
that bleeds into me
comes from you.


-after all this useless beauty III, by Gaye Chapman