Her Flaws Are Preserved in Amber


Her flaws are preserved in amber,

cryogenic perpetuations cropping up

in her seedlings –

unless she warms up to the possibility

that grace

glows gold…

The Beholder and the Beheld

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

then beauty is what I behold.

My eyes trace your veins,

your rough edges,

the places where you have been bruised by life’s bumps and grinds.

I see the vulnerable places,

where skin is transparent,

where  cellophane wraps cells

in discomfiture,

uncertainty stretches you taut.

Human-packaged humanity,

comfort in warped wrap,

friendship in flawed form.

Yet here,


I behold you –