You’re flesh and water and bone.
Destined to dust-
back to the start.
Despite adorning your face
with powder and paint,
dressing your body
in the softest silks
and coolest cottons.
You can drape gold
'round your wrists,
ankles, and neck.
Put the finest diamonds
in your ears.
Your beauty can’t compare. . .
You can never be the fog
drifting on the mountain top.
You will never be a bed of rocks,
in a river,
supporting a swimming koi.
I want to be the color in THAT sky.
The kind so astonishing,
it makes you blind
to everything else.
I want a lot of things.
