How you decorate yourself;
Covered in candy and flowers
And all of their leaves.
There must be a way
To see what’s beneath,
But you’ve adorned yourself down
All the way to your feet.
Roses are thorns
When a prick is a peek.
Category Archives: beauty
Decorated
Narcissus
You’re beautiful
As a poem that writes itself.
As a monument that rights itself.
As a sacred candle that lights itself.
As a mirror image like myself.
Emergence
Let your eyes
Be torn away
By utter dismay
And chaos.
For beauty
Waits to be born.
She is unadorned
And shy.
She makes a sad distraction
So she can pull herself to life.
Whatever hardships come
They’re just an opening to love.