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Beautiful II

I look best in the dim light

Face angles softened in waning contrast

Hair only seen where it should be

My body's silhouette, believable

corseted by the blur


I look best in the darkness,

actually

When it's easiest to use me as a repository for twisted fantasy

The darkness,

where the infinite is unfolded

and everything is possible

even my beauty

as long as you crave it


I look best in the dim light,

I know

I look best in the darkness,

I know

But truly, I look best

in the flickering blue belly

of a flame


Because darkness can shade you from everyone


But the fire of good love,

can shade you from everyone else


And though it feels like fire

your gaze is more of a chisel

like water to stone

running across the cliffside of my frame

carving a woman out of all this


And over time, I let myself believe

that I am what you see


I feel the flower patches you planted on my waistline start to root into my hip bone

My skin gooses from the rush of the river you traced up from my knees to my chest

I'm left breathless by the ribbon you weave between the cats-cradle of my rib cage

You teach me what it is to be beautiful,

by knowing that I'm already beautiful


And there's nothing else


There's no light, there's no dark

There's just flame


And the way it clears the dim ache of the abyss that surrounded me before you looked my way


The truth is

there's nothing I can do

to ever earn the way

that the tide of your searching gaze

laps at the shore of my languid body


The truth is I'm in the center of a spotlit stage

when I stand in your line-of-sight


The truth is

I look best

in the blue-bellied fire of your love


or, even more simply


I look best

when you're looking

at me

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