a woman

I’ve seen her
sitting
in a chair
in her house

Its quiet there
and the light
is perfect

I’ve heard her complain
about the toilet
and her feet
and random objects
left on the floor

All thought
vanquished
in a deluge
of beauty

When she speaks
I cannot find a difference
between her heart
and mind
and body

When she smiles
I try
not to interfere


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