my beauty
made of the earth,
touched by the sky...
my flower
of geranium
coated by the world
in petals of titanium,
stronger than gold
in its holy
hour
of late winter birth
as I was told...
you, an honor I get to behold,
you are not a body
that can be dressed with words,
never the very right ones...
yet all I can do is try.
05/11/2020
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