Embellishments all of Her own.

By Quinn Cassidy (they/he/she), Te Arawa

The sun sees her as I do.  

Adorning her with freckles,  

Gifted upon her knees.   

Her scatters of gilded ambers,  

Enshrouding softly my attention,  

Warm me with gold specks of light.  

Perhaps it is not the sun who sees her so,  

For when it fades,   

She is no less vividly lit.   

Her gifts heavenly 

As our bodies intertwine. 

They are bestowed upon herself alone, 

And I feel the warmth of their glow.  

Her body interconnected,  

Woven through with illuminating detail.   

Her golden patchworked knees,  

Homespun in its nature.  

A brilliance of creation,  

Of which her luminescence refuses to fade.