Molly School

Berlin Love Poem

This arrangement of atoms
That’s me, or mine
– elegance I rejected,
Despite the clear beauty
Of its thoughts and organs –
I now turn to it with love.

As perfect and strong as the beauty
I’ll quickly point to outside.
This tree. That lake.
The bird. The light.
You. Him. Her.

The easy lens of rancid disgust
Or boredom
Is one I’m putting down now.
My equal beauty in the world is clear.
A unique delight
Worthy of any guidebook or gallery
Or hall of fame.

I award my own protected status
And will guard it
From my own ill-thought development
And vandalism.

My perfect limbs
And shining eyes,
Holy breasts
And curves
And smile.
As though movie screen glorious.
As though peach ripe.
As though holding the eyes of the bar.

The flaws I could list and name
All form part of my perfect array.
Love beaming out,
a balanced deity.

My thoughtless acts,
Mistakes,
And belches
Are poems.
Each adds a tale of beauty.
My careful kindness,
Love,
And honour:
Just the same.
Each thought and word a gift to the world.

My atoms gather for a short while
And for a lifetime.
I love them all.
The atoms and cells,
The tissues and limbs,
The thoughts and songs.

An equal beauty to all the world’s shine,
Whether sparkling eyes
Or my muddy depths.
An equal beauty to life itself.

–True Slade