She cannot see herself
as I see her.
Her mirror image rebels.
It dismisses her beauty,
refuses her desirability,
overrules her sensuality,
is cruel to her curves.
She finds herself wanting.
Whereas I
can only stare
and sigh
in awe.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I first posted this four years ago. Perhaps it is worth sharing again.
Art by Francine Van Hove