I love that at this point in my life I can decide to splurge a little, do something nice for myself, and feel good about it (not guilty). I'll take a picture of me in my pretty dress and post later on, as it's been quite a while since some of you have seen me and the dress is super pretty.
My lips leave marks of my passage
wherever they have touched,
coffee cups and napkin marks
stained by the essence
of my emerging beauty.
The metamorphosis is unseen by me,
but occasionally I notice
the lingering trails
of the marks I make
on the things around me.
speak sexy soliloquies to society
rise regally, resiliently,
tenaciously cling to the tethers that tie you
lift yourself up by them,
strain to fill those bands of multicolors
with your vivacity, vigor, and verve.