@devinpsu the poem you reminded me of. The kind of beautiful you feel in those waking seconds before awareness seeps in. Where you feel soft sheets against bare skin for a few blissful present moments, where you exist in the liminal space between the dream place and the physical, before you remember time. The kind of beautiful that transcends the way your body curves in & out in collectively approved places. That transcends full lips, flowing hair, round breasts or smooth thighs. 1/2