i am loving and beautiful,
gathered from dewy moss
and agate
construed of misconceptions
and delight;
i am loving and beautiful,
amassed of a weightlessness similar to that of
light,
a heaviness saturated with
darkness and
the satisfaction of invisibility;
I am loving and beautiful,
fertile soil for half-germinated beginnings
and
gravel for virgin soles.
I am loving and beautiful,
and you will
adore me for it
all.