through scars on my retinas
i see the dawn flourish in pink & lacy hues.
the air — light!
the beauty that glimmers in 20-20
like the opposite of cataracts
still lingers deep
numbed by her gracious & reticent
gestures that consume me.
she is enigma embodied,
a color of melodrama in eternal bloom.
she is so damn synsational
it hurts
FIN.
