Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
I am artwork;
We all are.
We are tattooed and pinned
Adorned, pierced, and sculpted vessels
These forms made to reflect
To show the others
The unique glow that we can each feel
That burns from the core,
That peeks out through eyes
Nose, mouth, pores…
Filtering out the contained light;
For our bodies are but glorious lamps
For the starlight
Our selves,
Our spirits,
Our souls are.
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This one
He’s different
In the best ways,
Like no one I have known,
We connect
Somehow
In ways I do not comprehend
And I appreciate
Him
Not just because
Of the flattery
Rather I’m captivated
By this one
This mystery
This man
Of balance and brilliance,
Sympathetic and sweet,
Brain and brawn,
Cuteness and curiosity,
Who too seems
Captivated
By me.
Looking back
Only to see how far
I have come
I see winding treacherous obstacles
That I survived
And here on this other side
I thrive.
If
he were not already gone
Would I have even thought
To talk to you?
Would these feelings have been hard to navigate?
The want,
The enjoyment
Of something normal
I would have had guilt about it
If
he were still
In the way
If
But,
he is Not
A child of variations
No one could yet understand,
They tried to put me in a box,
Defining what I am.
I tried to map,
To define who I am.
I broke the box;
I broke the mold;
In each dimension
I traverse
For that is it.
That is just
Me,
As I am.
So1o love
You are loved
By someone
solo
Even if you
Do not yet
know it;
Solo love
Love you first
Your to-be
1 love
Must too
Do the same;
Then love,
And be loved,
2.
She of Letters 