Owned my beauty.

When I look at something beautiful I can not help but smile,
seeing this radiance blinding my being,
like pure pleasure wrapped up in skin
teeth like stars shining from within
hair like water frozen in time,
wavy like satin, short on the sides.

I can not help but wonder why I smile,
when this beauty disrupts my thought,
fills my mind, empties my heart.
My blood a tribute, a memory of this brilliance.
My skin the paper for the story to be written,
wave upon wave crashes into me throwing me around.

Now my heart is filled again with meaning,
meaning to be his, to obey, to serve,
filled again with blood, the memory of him,
my skin is a written book,
filled with praises to the perfection.
In the end I am nothing, nothing but his.

Hafsteinn Tómas