Collapsed in sunbeams, stretched out
Open to beauty however brief or violent
I see myself ablaze with joy, sleepy eyed
Feeding your cat or slicing artichoke hearts

I see myself sitting beside you, elbows touching
Hurt and terribly quiet
The turquoise in my ring matches the deep blue cramp of everything
We're all learning to trust our bodies

Making peace with our own distortions
You shouldn't be afraid to cry in front of me
I promise.