Her Name Means Beauty

September 14, 2017

Even silence is ecstasy

Your heartbeat in my ear, a steady drum.

Monumental or minimal calamities

Until my breathing levels,

your fingers comb my hair.

Your hand in mine, a rushed societal defiance

But you are unabashedly in love.

Fierce pride in your gaze challenges opposition,

Femme fatale in men’s clothing

I could never be so bold before you.

Pouring over scrapbooks with my mom,

You are a part of my family.

Baking Christmas cookies into abstract blobs

And making me want to be a better person

For myself and for you.

Timelessness overpowers critiques of our youth

For my friend and my first love are one.

Forgetting the past and forgiving my flaws,

We make new adventures every day.

Oh so bright are our futures together.

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