ODE Poem: Ode to the Girl in the Mirror, by Tiffany Smalls

The beauty that you hold is effortless.
Like wind cushioning a falling snowflake,
or perhaps like a piece of cake.
Marie Antoinette would have said
“Let the starving folk feast upon the spread!”
The helpings that we take are generous.

In your eyes, a mystery is swimming
through dense fog and storm-cloud gray castle walls.
In between the beating heart calls
a hunger, having been repressed.
Invite the piercing teeth upon my flesh
‘til the unknown emptiness is brimming.

Catch soft lips on jagged edges, the sweet
song of your name ringing from anxious breath
arriving at a little death.
A force of life, a gentle smile
soothing calloused memories, all the while
dripping silver and gold from crown to feet.

Crimson blooming in the veins, and flooding
capillaries with stardust, enamored
are those with a pulse that hammers
on their sleeve. Wearing love the way
mothers dawn pearls and perfume, a bouquet
of blush and coveted future budding.

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