I See Beauty

I See Beauty

Beauty is in
Serotonin, all our first time highs.
Saturated in your buzz.
Infatuated by your aroma.
Harmony is in
The rigid thread of your seamless shirt.
Prominent like the infidelities,
Displayed on the cushion of marriage.
Fascination is in
Spelling out all the ways, you'll evade evacuation.
As the ambers embellish to flames.
Obsession is in
The lingering imprint of your armor,
Strength smelt to casting.
You protect my fragility.
I see beauty,
You're impressed by her success.
I'm now astonished by her capability.
It's okay.
Tender wringing of my hair.
Opposing metaphor.
You make my head spin.
Melatonin,
You exhale something about the way the clouds align.
My sly inhale of crisp air.
Beauty is in ogling as you lose track of time.
I see beauty,
Vibrant football teams, staring contests with the screen.
I watch, now enticed as black and white intervenes.
It's fine.
Pigmentation engulfing a canvas of my blood.
It's fine.
Coagulated tissue, debride it, it's necrotic.
Mount Saint Helens.
Intoxication only comes when we're chaotic.
Flinching.
Refuged in the shadows of our tree.
Plump apple plummets in the murmurs of darkness.
Harmony is in the way you cradle me.
I see beauty,
Unfurled in pink, crackle in the way you strike.
It's alright.
Didn't know bones could be so pliable.
Paradigm of evolution.
Nothing has ever been so undeniable.
Grains,
Vultures arriving to take scope.
Cold water to calloused hands.
Obsession in peeping, you're the robust way I cope.
I see beauty,
Vinyl records, pirouettes of repetition.
Puzzled by lyrics.
I see beauty,
Dancing, you yell out its definition.
Candied,
It's aura so sweetly sick.
Petals segregating in debate.
Fascination is in the dead flowers we pick.
Neurotic.
Whispers strained through curtains of hair.
Crystalized through your eyes, they melodized in chant.
Enchantment.
Is in billows of yolk, your iris of golden shag.
Traumatized by your absence.
Mesmerized in your strain for abstinence.
Indulge in the quilt you made of me.
Do you not see beauty in the way I fit?
Abstinence.
Can't remember being broken,
When you've always been my fix.
Declaration of dependence,
Assured by my detestation for goodbyes.
It is not seen through the beholder.
Beauty is seen through your eyes.