Beautiful

This morning

i lay down, my legs tangled in weightless bed sheets.

The morning sun seeps its way through the narrow

gab between the curtains, leaving a perfectly aligned glimmer

across the room.

Maybe this is natures way of telling me its going be a good day.

I decide to write something beautiful, tracing the liquid pen

across the angularity of my stomach,

In hope that every alluring word i create, inks its way through

the paws of my skin and every crack of my being.

In hope that every syllable hits my blood, making me feel as good

as that perfectly aligned glimmer, that entered my room,

today, at dawn.