I used to think beauty meant ball gowns, but

poetry

For Tara

Beauty exists
under blankets. This
moment
is punctuated
by bare skin.

The sun peaked in
this morning
and found us
still talking
about
our childhoods.

Every word
actually meant

love.

And when
I actually said
“love,”
that meant
“You are the reason the sun rises each day.”

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