beauty calls

beauty called late last night,
she said she’d like a word,
i said that i didn’t have the time,
she answered, “how absurd!”
i told her to call back later,
that i was not in the mood,
but she refused to let up,
she exclaimed, “how rude!”
i fought with beauty,
as she tried to enter my dreary eyes,
i drew my curtains tightly shut,
but she still just tried and tried,
to enter my mind,
and cultivate a space,
but i flailed my arms,
avoiding her embrace.
she keeps calling and i say,
i have no room for her to stay,
she says that i lack a heart,
and to this i concur.
she asks why i avoid her so,
and to this i say, clear and plain,
without a quiver in my voice,
“with beauty there only comes pain.”