The sweet caress
of cellulite
paints her legs
in a sea of stars.
Carefully crafted
laughter lines
adorn her face
with soft age scars.
The inevitability
of life's sweet toll
shapes her shadow
with curves divine.
Perfectly imperfect,
forever adored,
beautiful woman of mine.
Fondly cherished
memories
flee her grasp
causing frustration.
An endless struggle
of finding words
renders her quiet
in resignation.
Anger blooms
from confusion's seed.
Her mind;
a slave to time.
Perfectly imperfect,
forever adored,
beautiful woman of mine.
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Author:
Rebecca Anne (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2024 07:50
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Likewise, the beauty of age. beautifully written Rebecca. 👍
Indeed! Thank you very much.
Wabi Sabi
Precisely! I had to google it's meaning, thank you for introducing me to such a lovely term.
I avoid looking in the mirror!
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