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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

reflection of beauty


she stood there looking at herself
the reflection of Michelangelo curves soft silken skin
both arms hang naturally, fingers in tact,
two shapely legs that would entice

she walks closer to the mirror and observes her long
sinuous now grey white hair still full and rich
eye lashes long, flutter seductively
translucent azure eyes look deep into her heart


a smile evinces with lips that makes still air
swirl and turn into hurricane winds
then tilts her head to see that pretty lady
across in the reflection doing the same


her fingers flick the light on and off   
her silhouette moves about surreal
she leaves the light off, opens the blind
the suns fingers titillate the contour
of her body casting her shadow against the wall


she recalls of lovers that came before
telling her she wasn’t pretty enough or too fat
a father demanding her to wear something less tight
cover her curves because she looks like a slut


she’d sit in the corner at night and cry
not liking herself, thinking others felt the same
gave up on school not wanting to be seen
she'd sit in a dark corner and read and read 


vicariously, her life was characters in books
where lovers that loved them
and fathers did too

she stands in front of a mirror
wondering who is that beautiful woman in there

she realized when she tilted her head
she was me and I was her

beautiful skin, lovely hair and eyes
and curves that the greatest of artists
would paint and so she left the blinds open