Saturday, January 22, 2011

Love Poem to Oneself

Pillow lips the color of satisfied flesh
Eyes the color of sky
A chin set to show uncompromising belief
Hair like a curtain of satin, straight and fine
Spine curved in a neverending quest
Wrist bones delicately angled
Clavicles gently arching
Calves supple and strong
Toes so small and precise
A cunning mind
ever searching for new perceptions
so as to properly document the world
A devoted heart
fiercely protective of so few
made strong by years of loss
A full soul
willing to have taken the journey
and grateful to have yet to reach the destination.
These are all beautiful things.
So biased and yet so universal.
Combinations and preferences all defy beauty
But mine is unique and my own.

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