Sunlight smiles and crooked teeth. Bruised knuckles and cracked ribs. Beauty in every human action.

Laughing till your lungs fail, sounds falling short of breath and tears spilling golden over bronze cheeks. Bent in half unable to support thine own frame for the jubilance that racks your body.

Bruised knuckles and cramped fists. punch after punch after punch on the leather, get your rage out, young one, spit out the blood. Learn to control yourself, young one, there's only so many bones to break. Split your skin and sew it back together, stitches stretched over scars. scabbed over skin, one too many fights. Hold yourself together, young one, or you won't have any bones left to break.

Lopsided grins and whispered secrets. Hidden bottles and discarded smoke. tired, tired, blazing with life. Paradoxes clamped inside too-tight smiles. Anger and joy and freedom in gilded cages. Stolen kisses and wandering touches, disregarding reverence in place of curious thrill.

Beauty. Beauty in the most human of people.