Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Nothing to make up for

There is no woman 
who walks this earth
that needs to wear makeup 
There is no skin that is flawed
No feature out of place
Shape and contour
are never less than 
only full of grace
A woman is   the   most   magnificent 
of all that is created
Stress and pain 
may sometimes 
be injected
into the surface of the skin
but even then 
kinetic energy 
gives way
in the end
to the softness that remains
The tender heart
that always lives underneath
The open arms 
ready to enfold yours
Gentle eyes wait
on the inside
The open soul
holds the power
of ocean waves
The weight of the world 
will wear anyone away
but it is the change
the journey brings
that pulls the loveliness
out within each she
The strength of a jaw
next to the wisp of an eyelash
The soft of a cheek
turning into twisting tendons 
that run down a long neck
The circle of hair
playing peekaboo 
with the golden spiral of ears
Silent endless depths 
about which 
pupils speak
The waltzing circles 
that each pair of lips
glides through 
with involuntary choreography 
How shameful it is
What a crime is committed 
when the truth of beauty is distorted 
by the thought that
ANY of it
should ever need 
To be covered
Not seen
in the clearest daylight
in its fullness 
its authenticity
its priceless nakedness 
and details of the life being lived
Sorrow wells up at the thought 
of not knowing by heart 
where all of the skin spots have grown 
over the years 
and exactly how the smile lines 
connect with the crows feet 
when my absolutely, stunningly, gorgeous grandmother
sees me 
and tells me




that I am beautiful

I wish for every woman
to know
that joy
I wish for every woman
to feel
that love
Maybe then
Every woman would know
that there is
they need to make up for

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