you deserve
sunsets of desire
to match the shimmer mascara
that graces your eyes
let others who only see
lines of age upon your skin
live as fools
while i look to find
those reserves of sugar they hold
with my fingertips
you grow concerned
with thickness of the stomach, hips and thighs
but i see them only as
lush beds of orchids cinnamon and ochre
i wrap myself around as a prize
let others live as fools
and ignore the halcyon that is you
i can only be glad
i've been awake in your beauty
all this time.
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