By The Ditz
Date: 21 February 2001
Beauty
Brush the hair, that has been blown by winds of secrecy, out of my face.
Feel my shoulders and experience the weight of disappointment.
Touch my breast. Do you feel the gentle rythmic beat of lifes blood rushing in and out? My heart is real, and so is the pain it bears.
Caress my arms and you'll find they extend to hands outstretched, willing to give all I have.
Reach lower still and you'll find legs that shake as they stand on an unstable foundation.
Then kiss the toes that have stubbed themselves on the bedposts of fear.
After you have veiwed my body, return your gaze to my eyes. As you dive into the blue pools you'll find what makes me beautiful.
Red lips give word to the beauty that is in me. When body is returned to the earth my words will stand as a monument to my very soul. When that monument is erected, and my beauty shines forth, there you will be also.
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