I’ve been watching you very closely
for more than a month.
You’re always up before me.
In fact, as far as I know,
you’re always up.
You’re there
when I awake
making yourself more lovely
right in front of me.
You do it so slowly.
I can’t stare away.
New tones of green
cover your limbs.
Your body disappears
like the landforms
behind a peacock’s tail.
Then suddenly you’re adorning yourself
with cherry, lilac, and forsythia.
I can hardly bear
these differences between us.
You are the most beautiful thing.
Even I can see that.
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– by Tullio DeSantis
Tullio DeSantis 