exquisite 21/04/2024

I crave exquisite things

Exquisite music

Exquisite food

I crave acquired tastes

Caviar

Blue cheese

I crave the freckles on her chin

Or that single scar from an old earring on the cartilage of her left ear

I like exquisite things

When I look at something

Anything, for the sake of this poem

Anything

It doesn't have to be a sunset, a water fall, of the beauty of a woman

I am talking mirrors,

And not even the reflection inside one

The carvings

The ridges along the frame of it

The alchemy of the glass that allows it to reflect

The invisibility of light that allows everything to be perceived by the eye

So, when I say anything,

I mean everything, 

And when I say the eye, I mean the eye of anyone 

And everyone

So, no one

I mean, no one 

No one else but me

Gets to look at it

The same way 

That I do

That I, get to

My perception is my blessing

My perception gets my gratitude

So today I perceive myself perceive

I crave myself crave

To these things I feel grateful,

So I say my gratitude,

To my attitude,

That facilitates my gratitude

There's no one else but me,

And there's nothing to me,

But that,

Thank you.

BS