Eyes catch on me
like fish to a glimmer of silver,
and I laugh in the warmth of it,
the silent applause of streets and hallways.
Compliments land soft as rose petals,
and I savor them,
not as bread for hunger
but as spice for a feast already mine.
I love the ripple I cause in a room
heads turning,
conversations breaking for a heartbeat,
as if I were flame and they moths.
It is not need,
but it is joy:
to be radiant,
to be beheld.
Yet I do not gather worth
from fleeting glances.
I drink them like sparkling water,
bubbles bursting, bright on the tongue,
while the deep wine of my soul
rests untouched, reserved,
poured out only for covenant.
For I am a daughter of God,
and my beauty is not mere curve and skin
it is promise,
it is devotion.
The day will come
when one man, my husband,
will know the unveiled whole,
not the shimmer I let the world see,
but the secret fire
kept for him alone.
So let their gazes follow,
let their words fall like confetti.
I dance in it,
I glow with it,
and then I walk on,
held steady by the love that crowns me,
the gaze of heaven that never shifts.
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