Beautiful Are

Beautiful are the spectators
Of something entirely unsexual,
Uselessly unintentional.
Beautiful are the twisters
Of leg over leg and
Laughter forming as tears.
Beautiful are the bumblebeestings
Borne of babyish benevolence
Braided into bullet boxes
Holding swinging stinger scars.
Beautiful are you,
Cosmic chords and cords
Caressing your cadences
In singsong creation –
Beautiful are the spectators
Of you and