You were born for the waltz and for the rumpled sheets of morning, elegant and easy as a Roman fountain, limbs laved with light and water. To you life’s given grace, a flirty rustling breeze playing like silk in the heat of the day: freshness to gladden the heart. You hold these things within you, among us in the night, a blue gem cut clear and brilliant in a spray of tiny diamonds. And when, in fleeting moments, the veils, like clothing, fall, and I see you stand resplendent in naked loveliness, then I remember why, exactly why, I care.

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