Poem 104, day 107: All You

All You

 

The twitch of your eyebrow,

The rise of your lip.

The nook of your nose,

The smile in your speech.

 

The curve of your head

Where the brown hairs lie soft;

It’s all you, all yours,

And nothing else matters at all.

 

~S L. James

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