long nails almost black hair beauty mark on the right cheek red swollen lips blue/grey bedroom eyes small nose pale eyebrows three dry patches broken vein tramp stamp hidden cheek bones stretch marks petite ballerina feet incredibly small hands long legs 38 inch bust mole on ring finger freckled shoulders rosy cheeks curved spine 3 stomach rolls one scar above the left knee
“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
constellations
the vines crawled down her thighs
and the stars made constellations upon the vast galaxy of her skin
and the black obsidian water flowed down her spine
into the small of her back where his hand rested
he looked at her and saw the universe in its fullness
he understood how the two atoms collided
he understood why God created such a space
it happened just so that she could inhabit it
all of this was for her pleasure
and he was just there to point out the stars on her skin
he was there to tend the vines in her garden
he was there to swim in the dark river of her hair
he was there to show her the beauty of her universe
because she could not see it herself
although this universe was created for her
she was blind to the beauty that inhabited it
those who are beautiful cannot see what lies before them
but those who can see the beauty within themselves can see the beauty in others
so those who can see must guide the beautiful hands to the sky
and help them feel the constellations they cannot see
and the stars made constellations upon the vast galaxy of her skin
and the black obsidian water flowed down her spine
into the small of her back where his hand rested
he looked at her and saw the universe in its fullness
he understood how the two atoms collided
he understood why God created such a space
it happened just so that she could inhabit it
all of this was for her pleasure
and he was just there to point out the stars on her skin
he was there to tend the vines in her garden
he was there to swim in the dark river of her hair
he was there to show her the beauty of her universe
because she could not see it herself
although this universe was created for her
she was blind to the beauty that inhabited it
those who are beautiful cannot see what lies before them
but those who can see the beauty within themselves can see the beauty in others
so those who can see must guide the beautiful hands to the sky
and help them feel the constellations they cannot see
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