Reformation
The curve of your ear drops
soft to the lobe,
connects to the line of your neck
and traces your throat
to the hollow of collar bone.
The jut of your jaw,
whiskered and smooth,
to the supple lips and gentle
lift to your sleeping lids
catch my breath as if it were thoughts
and an ache of longing and grace
lightens the weight
of my head and reforms root.
A/N: OK readers... does this say "beauty" enough? I hate writing on traditional poetry topics... love, beauty, BLECH. the prompt was "beauty" and nothing more.
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