The Romans made their statues out of marble and stone
The Chinese made terracota from the earth’s gifts alone
The Egyptians made paper from their great river Nile
So tell me, who crafted your beautiful smile?
Was it the Greeks who carved your hands from clay?
An Aztec’s turquoise for your eyes on display
Your skin a marble polished from leather
Your freckles India’s delicate embroider
I probably look strange when I do a double take
But I’m looking at my favorite thing, you can see it in my face
My insecurity strangles my wanted freedom
But I’m telling you, you look like you should be in a museum
Porcelain and jade behind enclosed glass
Just you in the exhibit, but my gaze isn’t fast
I’ll take my time drowning in you
And kiss you with my last, my lips turning blue...
-G.A.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
The Romans made their statues out of marble and stone
The Chinese made terracota from the earth’s gifts alone
The Egyptians made paper from their great river Nile
So tell me, who crafted your beautiful smile?
Was it the Greeks who carved your hands from clay?
An Aztec’s turquoise for your eyes on display
Your skin a marble polished from leather
Your freckles India’s delicate embroider
I probably look strange when I do a double take
But I’m looking at my favorite thing, you can see it in my face
My insecurity strangles my wanted freedom
But I’m telling you, you look like you should be in a museum
Porcelain and jade behind enclosed glass
Just you in the exhibit, but my gaze isn’t fast
I’ll take my time drowning in you
And kiss you with my last, my lips turning blue...
-G.A.
“We do not want merely to see beauty ... We want something else which can hardly be put into words — to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.” -C.S. Lewis
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