Thursday, April 21, 2011

Beauty (a song)

the curve of her hips
and her belly too
the sway of the dance
when she’s holding you

the curve of her lips
the questions they ask
it’s how she makes sense
of all of her past

she’s growing wise
before your eyes
and it’s no surprise
when you realize
her magic she’ll hold
when things seem so cold
in the shimmering bold
all her stories are told

the curve of her hand
her laughter too
that look in her eyes
it just might get you through

the curve of her back
as you pull her close
it’s all you need to feel
it’s what she needs the most

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