oh, if only you could see
the beauty of the craters
on your face, like you were
the moon in my solar system,
or the glorious red flush
surrounding every spot
within which the white of
natural existence resided.
if only you saw the prettiness
of the flaky surface, as though
your skin were snowed under,
or perhaps the glowing shine
that comes with the oils.
if only you saw the delicacy
of the stretch marks, spreading
like spiderwebs with long
creeping tendrils. the comfort
in the rolls of soft skin and flesh,
which i so long to hold tight.
if only you saw the beauty
in your very being, for all
these perceived flaws are
naught but everyone else's
own insecurity. your purity
and beauty is never in doubt,
and i love it all, with or without.