This is what’s beautiful. This.
Me on the bed by the
My pink toenails reflecting the music, the
Gaze of my dog, the
Gingerbread man on the white rose plate, the
Music of language hanging in the air, the
Sky cool and gaping blue,
Moaning night outside my window.
The skin against the sun.
The past that lives in tonight.
The lamplight in the colours.
The water rolling from the tap like diamonds.