Beauty is everywhere
If you are honest
With the world.
You would not agree
But it is in the silver
Of your hair
And the movement
Of your thighs, a
Little over-broad,
As you walk
Naked over here.
It is in the part of us
We share
Not the portion
We keep alone;
It is what is known.
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