i bask in the heat of self-love
self ache
self soothe
self-touch
on curves where curves are feared
i feel the empty curves where curves are expected
words fumble as my ventriloquist stutters the strings
and i’m quenched and craving the universe i deserve
that i will build myself
dust by dust piecing together
this is the hardest puzzle i’ve ever built
but i’m capable and i do
because women are Gods indestructible creation and i am she
who stares at herself
endlessly
admiring the perfect beauty
that sits beautifully in a chair
or on a swing
as small legs oscillate
and glossy gleaming hair flails mercilessly
and i’m mesmerized
as she grabs my hand and delicately traces my index finger over the scars on my face and alchemized them into stars
her imperfections are perfect yet serendipitous constellations that deserve to be observed
but no scientist deserves nor can endure her powerful presence capable of shattering the earth with a wink
i gaze at her in awe
she’s the train wreck who makes it hard for my eyes to wander away
porque ella es la definición de belleza
and i’m thirsty for her self appreciation
my mouth waters for her self trust
as i watch her arms wrap herself in gratitude
and her fingers immerse themselves in her skin as they whisper unbroken promises of better days
a smile grows on her faultless asymmetrical face
as she tightens her grasp on the body that never fails to move,
or breathe,
or think,
or love,
or be
she is her
i am her
and i love her
interminably