Bodies can be beautiful.
Most of them are.
Hair can make better clothing than silk,
Wisps or heavy, black, brown, red, gold,
A spectrum of colors between.
Eyes can be like starlight,
Windows to a soul, another universe,
Single-paned or fractured or marbled.
Hands can be careful or searching or delicate or rough,
I’m not here to tell you what you want.
Faces can be well-used stages,
Entire acts played out in lips, dimples, smiles and scowls,
Actors leaving wrinkles to sway like velvet curtains.
Skin can be smooth under fingertips,
But certainly calluses and scars reflect history,
Moments that have gone into making a person,
Which brings me to the best part;
Bodies can be beautiful,
But the most beautiful thing about a body is that
It carries a mind.
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the angst album
Non-FictionA collection of the little things I write, some poems, some those scrolling paragraphs I can't ever seem to escape. Here is my heart, and since you are a stranger you cannot hurt me with it. Vote if you like, don't vote if you don't, hell you could...
