Untamed
By Jezebel •
Your beauty is not defined
by the angle of your cheek.
Nor even the bold colour
of your shadowed eyes.
It isn't defined only by the swing
of your shoulders as you walk.
It isn't a trait captured by the
strength your muscles show.
When it is so sharply defined,
clarified, revealed--it's 5 AM
and your smooth voice blisters
and crackles with your care.
It's the way your eyes blaze
and fill with molten untamed feelings.
Your beauty overpowers me when
your hands, aggravated, move.
It's not the way you look;
it's never just aesthetic.
You can be hot, handsome,
sexy, and cute. Beautiful is different.
Your beauty is in the power
of your raw, revealing emotion.
It floods through me like lava,
licking away the glacier within.
It's the tremble in your deepened
voice, and the rumble in your
throat. It's the way you look at
me, and you turn me into stone.
It happens when your mouth curls
and my eyes open wide.
It's revealed when you are bare,
and you've stripped me of my walls.
Your beauty shines through when
you've made me feel so alive.
Every day that your smile grows,
I'm blinded by your shine.
Beauty is not physical--though
you have that, too. It's the primal
strength behind your eyes that
awakens the power behind mine.