Her jaw wasn’t ordinary
in the classical sense:
too wide at points
and too thin at others.

She walked by as if
on horseback
and wobbled
more than floated.

A small morsel
of extra skin
flapped over
her belt buckle.

But there was nothing
but beauty
in every crease
of her,
nothing but wonder
revolving her.

She loved
as if love was air
and I
breathed it in.

07/15/2016

Posted on 07/15/2016
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