Her
She's getting ready
In the morning
And she's frustrated.
It's fucking adorable.
I wonder if I could sell
This view
The heart-stop beauty of it.
And bottle the feeling
Of seeing her face crinkle
Because that one strand of hair
Won't obey.
Then she giggles
When it falls into place,
And my next week
Will be recalling this moment.
And we go out so the wind
Can fuck everything up
In an instant.
And I am again grateful
Because nature
Created an expression
On her face
I haven't seen yet.
The beauty of life's chaos
Has made me whole
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