Beauty Is...

Everything to me.

Everything I am
Is a line
That follows a curve
Of a hip
Of a body
Of an expression
I keep trying to understand

Beauty is a body
Of a person
Of an animal
Of an insect
That puzzles me
And demands connecting

Because I can't see the picture
Bigger, beyond myself
I can't stop standing in it
A part of it
Growing into it
And filling up the insides

Myself is the mode of expression I chose to command
And the beauty I seek
Keeps re-translating my culture
My connection to others
In words and actions setting me apart

Marking the difference
Between a line
That follows a curve
Of a body
And the chaos that lies beyond it