Thursday, September 8, 2022

Beauty mark


What a triumph it is

To truly love something

About your own 

Body.


Before the crash and

Burn,

I remember turning to him

as we drove by

Our ocean,

and posing to him-

Which one of my moles

Do you like the best?


He was smiling

Anyway and said

I love it too...

And I knew

The end.


Painting by August Macke, 'Couple at the garden table' c. 1914, in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.


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