Un(Inspired) Beauty

you are beautiful
I want to tell her
crumpled heap on the floor
heart bleeding through tears washing the hardwood
you are brilliant and spectacular
woven colors shot through with radiant gold threads
that wraps cozily around shivering souls

she is silent and broken
snapped and snagged strands from
hasty hands that plucked them out
unwound ribbons unraveled
dissheveled locks that veil
her warm face sticky with snot-tears
caked in layers on hot cheeks
and eyes that spill over upheaval within
racing tracks
down to her chin
to drip drip on my outstretched palm that catches them

i hold her wilted hand
still gorgeous with its capability and compassion

you are intense and wild soft and bright
soul that careens and cries and calls
others to take wing and soar and laugh in spiral
glorious victorious flight

but now -
like small bird seeking shelter
you tuck yourself under my wing
lean your head against my shoulder
and weep

hey love, my love,
you are beautiful
even tearstained
mudsplattered
dusty wornout
uninspired

you are so gorgeous in your splendid
human fraility
and someday I hope that in your
deep down soul intricacies
that heart so magnificently stitched
so wonderfully knitted
so fearfully bound and set free
is so incredibly beautiful
just as it was meant to be.

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

ah, the confessions of youth are never easy to detain or escape from, a greatly admired look into the frailty of the human animal, well done, great read.