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Through Your Eyes

I often stare at photos of myself that you took.
I’m struck by the clarity that joy brings to my eyes,
The levity of my cheeks, rising with the breeze to smile at you.
Brushed with the light of an August afternoon,
The sweetness of peaches on my lips,
You anoint me with a beauty not even my innermost critic can deny.
Oh how grateful I am to see myself through your eyes!

National Poetry Month – 6

Be Here

In all your obnoxious certainty, I still see the Searching in your eyes, floating, looking for a soft place to ground itself. And that’s how I know we are fate. My hair, my palms, my tongue are velvet, crushed from years of holding on too tight to those who didn’t want to land. Now they are soft for you & your arrival. Be here.