- Vol. 08
- Chapter 08
Beauty comes in every form, all colours,
the way you hold yourself tells me this.
Though you look away, eyes closed,
synchronicity is the key to our being.
The way you hold yourself tells me this,
each pink crease kissing the air into life
and I am the foil to your incandescence.
Though we look away, eyes closed,
tender touches on arms, breast
show the world we are simpatico.
Synchronicity is the key to our being,
earrings, golden brows, sculpted faces,
mere adornments to our humanity.