Beauty, Beautiful, is…
I call you beautiful
not for the dress on your back
or the shoes that clack
or your twisted black hair
or the jewelry you wear
or your shapes in the light
or your color, alright?
Beauty, my dear, is born from that smile
that smile that melts a winter
in one take
from the roar of your laugh
that scatters wolves and blossoms flowers
from words that tumble from your lips
like stars shooting from your lungs’ night sky
from the cursive swirling your heart
on lined cream sheets
from the way you commune with the air
head to toe simply by being still
is you being you with you
hontouniheart – December 22, 2014
Photo by amazingarielleyogart
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