R O U G H & B A R E

What makes you beautiful?
Its so much more
Than the colour of your eyes.
They have a firestorm of myhem
and the hunger to be lucid.
That crooked smile,
Its like galaxies conspiring
for an explosion.
How I can hear hurricanes
loud rapid ceaseless ...
in the drummimg of your heartbeat.
The sound of your voice
echoing endlessly ...
in the voids of my mind
like a mocking jay.
But its more about ...
the scars on your arms,
Everytime i touch them,
I can feel every ounce
of every pain ever carried.
It more about,
these patterned bruises...
on your palms
from the weight
of holding on to
a long lost memory from the past.
It about...
the strech marks i see
on the back of your legs,
they tell me stroies
of how you pushed too hard
but give up.
Its about the cracks,
I found in your thoughts ...
broken pieces of a mirror
glued together and still
holding your reflection in each of them.
So when I look at you,
I see someone...
unashamed and unbroken
so rough and bare
torn between the earth and sky
like a tornado only death shall consume.
A beast of love and life
who bleeds so willingly and joyfully
with all of its scars, bruises...
every crack of its broken piece.
No. It does not scare me.
It fills my heart
with a thousand beats per second
for it cant fathom...
the look of this beautiful being.