She wants to write about something beautiful,
mountains, the sea, stars in the night sky.
But all that comes to mind is a jawline,
the smell of campfire in his hair,
a tattooed shoulder,
the bump in the middle of his lip.
She can only think about scarred hands,
a line of hair at his navel,
strong arms and soft skin.
No other natural phenomena compares.
She thinks about beauty, she thinks about him.