I was
beautiful once
Like a statuesque
man of chiseled flesh capable
Of simultaneous
Stalwart
reliance the way
A woman
attempts to round the circumference of a bicep
And that
gap in her fingers created by the diameter
Steadies
her stance when affronted by street mongrels and
Tempests
of subconscious doubt
And
Emotional
malleability to contort my heart into the shape of a bowl
To hold
words in a soup of concern, love, joy, contemplation and comparison
As a
vessel of listening empathy, silent for the devil of prospered solutions
Confidant
that she was speaking simply to be heard
Recycle
the broth of her day and re-intake like ventilated air
Knowing
the difference between a heart and beige painted sheetrock
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