Body.
He said this is for the times I caught you trying to suck in your stomach, standing next to my female friends, you compare your waist to theirs.
I see you linger longer gazing at yourself in the mirror, run a finger over your love handles,
as if if you could, you'd pinch them off right there.
This is for the times you hide your smile because you're always afraid the reflection would shine off your braces and into my eyes.
And you try to play it cool but I see you blush when you order a large dinner next to a bunch of anorexic girls who think their prominent collarbones makes them beautiful.
You're the most beautiful to me.
Mind.
Here's for the math equations you hypothesize, calculate, evaluate and apply, all in due time, without a blink of an eye.
The intellectuality carried by your voice like a feather aloft in the breeze,
Our first conversation about finding a cure for your mother's chronic disease
And from that moment on, a window was opened into the galaxy that is your mind at all times,
And if the world knew what's stashed beneath that mane of black, behind those silver eyes,
It would be even harder to make you mine.
But you humble-mumble, hide the fact that you know the answer to every question just so I don't look dumb.
But your theories and explanation send a shiver that makes me go numb.
Soul.
Soul for the times you cry yourself to sleep thinking about Iraq and the Vietnamese, the curl of your finger inches away from my mine, the hidden message in your every design.
For how everyday you barge into class late, slink into the backseat just before the teacher makes
out your shape and calls you out.
You smile to yourself, give me a thumbs-up,
Though your eyes are tired and underlined from the number of times and juvenile rhymes
you had to sing to put your baby brothers to sleep
Because Mama was at the hospital again and Dad's somewhere sprawled across the street.
And life has treated you so negatively but can't seem to find a way,
to get you to eat less or talk less or fear more
And you have me waiting here by the door,
Not quite sure,
Whether you'll let me in or lock me out,
With you there is always room for doubt.
But your Body, Mind & Soul is all I want,
Although your Body, Mind & Soul are all you got.
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