Sheldon Kranz
Aesthetic Realism Consultant, Writer, Poet  (1919-1980)

          

Women with their soft eyes
And bodies that invite,
Can never penetrate
To the secret winter of my mind.
Here stars and flesh
Tremble in hushed approval,
And snow falls delicately
Upon the angles of flesh and stars.
Women curving gently,
With hair blowing sweetly,
Would be wounded
Wandering among the cold points of starlight
So carefully arranged;
And I  must shut out summer's women
With their breath of liquid sun,
Until one finds me quiet and cold,
Here where the snow falls and falls
In frozen curves.