is this (enough?
is this) worth loving?
hair razored short
and fine as buzzed grass
clear eyes
red and blue
skin bare
bare
bare
stark as midnight
and whiter than pale is pale
flecked and flawed (and fragile)
soft, round body
tearstained down to the tiniest toenail
belly clenched up
twisted up
curled up
in sobs
sobs
sobs
dewdrop eyes
red rimmed and blue
shivery fingertips
grabbing snuggly warm blankets
to keep me here
sweet
sweet
sweet eyes
red around the edges and sparkly blue within
dripping tears like soft piano keys
(silently)
shaking
is this (enough?
is this) worth loving?
big, round bottom
soft shaky hands
tiny short head hairs
long, long legs
red bitten lips
blue weepy eyelashes
is this worth touching
and holding
is this worth breathing into?
(even the tiny short head hairs?)
is this worth:
“damn, i’ve got a great one here”
(even the big, round bottom?)
is this worth
watching sweetly
as you count the stars
sparkling in the baby curls along my neckline?
(even the soft shaky hands?)
is this worth wrapping up
for forever straight
without wanting or tugging or pushing?
(even the long, long legs?)
is this worth sharing a life timeline with?
(even the red bitten lips?)
is this (enough?
is this) worth loving?
(even the blue weepy eyelashes?)
