A clear beauty is that which
radiates
through the dying gasps of kissing flames
without a flutter or fluster.
I can state, will state, will write
how you manage to steal the stage in a
stageless setting
with a modesty that leaves you next to unnoticed
at least to the eyes not worth noticing
but explodes with visceral and lovely
heat.
This is why this clear beauty,
prior mentioned and constantly fantasized,
is so dire and unique.
because you do not change to better
but simply be.
And looking at you with crystalline acuity
(which could be the same forsaken thing as rose colored glasses
for all I know in your sanguine latency)
I could say I finally know
what was natural
in a girl
who is innocent
yet still, scintillatingly and subtly s***.
And with those same eyes of mine,
did I notice such attraction
to yours.
and the flicker and spark
that danced inside,
like a busy ballroom
filled only by two.
It is magic to see a moment of meek laughter
(see, and not hear, for that is a poem itself, that musical notion)
escape your body, and move through to the tips of your fingers
and your toes
and the crinkles beside your slightly pinched eyes.
Clear beauty, as I will mention again,
is watching you stand in place
smelling of fresh smoke
in my sweater,
and seeing you how I do every other moment.
Truly, completely,
utterly effing

ravishing.