Hysterical letters to my sanity

magic me

there's this quote of Frieda Kahlo's that goes take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic
I think about this often as I stare at myself in the mirror
Reflections of the sun
reflections of myself
Do you ever find yourself in the midst of this thought
That possibly in this quite impossible world you are made of magic
Maybe it's the way your neck dips into your shoulders or how the curve from calf to knee to thigh to waist is almost intoxicating
in question may be the brightness of your smile
The passion in your voice
Or perhaps the gentle way the apples of your cheeks rise and meet the rims of your delicate eyes
Soft
Alluring
Those eyes that draw you in
The windows to the souls they say
How merry
How free
the intricate design of the furrow of your brow
your caprice to touch your lips whenever you feel slightly maladroit
the way your fingers glide through the incandescent of your hair
does it ever cross your mind that you're ethereal
the mellifluous of your flushed face when you're embarrassed
that your finger tips feel like the warmth of hot chocolate in a snow storm
An amorist who enjoys the thrills of life and love
you glow in empyreal radiance
in all that magic of your words and your ways don't you find yourself feeling kismet to this quote
drawn to find yourself bathe in the moonlight and admire the eloquent way your knees are dimpled
the ways you tilt your head back and watch the sky
The stars
Do you ever wonder if you should be up there
with the galaxy
with the sun and the moon and all the unknown things floating around
I think about this quote often and I find myself wondering
when will I find the one I see magic in
I've found it in my friends and family but a lover
A lover should feel like warm honey
a lover should feel like the sun and the moon and the stars all aligned just so this moment could arrive
a breathe of fresh air
the magic you are
Admire that