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To be delicate beyond appearance

Not defined by shaped alone.

Some slender, some softly rounded,

all differently formed,

all beautifully made.

Different shades of light and earth,

each one carrying her own kind of glow,

each one worthy of admiration.

Different shades

All attractive

The ones that thrill you,

the ones that catch the eye,

the ones that linger in thought

fascinating in affairs and essence,

in presence.

The quiet imprint of her haze

Moves through spaces unseen

Like air that remembers where she stood.

Following it

Not chasing

Just feeling

What refuses to leave

Soft blossoms gather in hidden layers,

In hues of blush and pink as dawn

With violets deep and colors untold,

Painted in a hundred shades.

Their petals silken, softly ruffled,

Or gleaming with a waxen sheen,

Nestled between the tender curves

I can no longer show you

You’re no longer here.

You meant more than words could hold,

And you left without a sound.

My heart aches for our memories

The days you brought light

To my struggling life of shame.

You softened my grief,

Took him out of the frame.

You held me with your presence,

Steady on my hand.

You gave me strength to break my frown,

Pulled me from the walls within,

And soothed my loathing pain.

I see you still

Climbing higher than your little body should,

Claiming branches like they were made for you.

You’d pause at the top,

Lift your spiked orange head,

And stare into the open sky

As if you understood something I didn’t.

Spring belonged to you.

Sun on your scales,

Curiosity in every careful step.

And at night

You were only soft and mellow.

Tucking yourself beneath my chin,

Your small warmth against my throat,

Breathing slow,

As if my heartbeat was enough.

How I fear what I’ve gained

Since you left

I wasn’t ready for this stage.

I don’t feel the same.

I yearn for the little things

Watching you through the glass,

Waiting for you to notice my voice

And turn your head toward me.

I want this ache to pass.

Gazpacho.

Even typing your name,

I choke on an invisible grip.

I still haven’t let out that scream.

You were spiked orange and gentle.

Wild and calm all at once.

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒

𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓁𝓅𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝑔𝑜

𝒿𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒿𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒹

𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓉𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒

𝐼'𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻

𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓊𝑒

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽

𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓎

𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝑒

𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝑒𝓎𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈

𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻

𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃

𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓂 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹

-𝒸𝓇𝓎𝒷𝒷_𝓅𝑜𝑒

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝑒 ✨

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓊𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇

𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈

𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎

𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒

𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎

𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽

𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈

𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽

𝑜𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓉

𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉

𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽

𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓍𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹

𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹

𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒

𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝑒

𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒

𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉

𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝓈

𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈

𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒹

𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒

𝒶 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓁

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒

𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉

𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹

𝒶 𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻

𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈

𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉

𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹

𝑜𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹

𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒

𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎