if you can't know how beautiful you are

If you can’t know how beautiful you are

I will say it for you

Your skin carries charm

And each quake of your heart shakes snowflakes

And your eyes the deep green beginning of spring

And I love your long fingers that don’t even waste time trying to hold sand

Your back is a sacred land

Dotted with lighthouses along the coast

Where most ribs meet there’s a tickle

Dragged out on the street

And you, you have something to share

Save spindrift waved into your hair

A soul casting stare

Baby I know you feel like

Broken driftwood

And oceanic botchulism

But the body should not be a prison

Especially your own.

Especially when I want to play you like a saxophone

And rip jazz down into speak ease’s

And freeze the notes around

Your electrified face

Your icy, kundalini pace