things that make me feel beautiful
even when i am not:
the ocean, sex, sunshine, the color black,
wind, wine, you telling me i am.
under the stars or summertime sun,
vaguely tipsy on something red or white,
thinking always of your hands
on my legs and your mouth
on my neck and the way you sigh
when i enact my desires on you,
your voice like a balm over wounds,
a polish over damage, a mirror
for only the best of me:
what i can believe i am, with you.