A Prayer For Beauty

Water joins with bronze
Reflecting the freckles
And dimpled cheeks
I have studied and memorized
As I look down at Narcissus' pool
Thinking of how It was so easy for him, 
This hero of old
To drift and fall in love with what he saw
My mama always told me that beauty was the highest form of worship
So I’ll utter this quiet prayer:
Let beauty fall through the cracks of my foolishness
As I fashion my curls as a veil
And Attribute it to my youth
Waiting for that distant day that my palms can 
Finally, align with the legends 
Who battle
In the quiet of the night 

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