day ninety-two: i am in love.

i am in love.

and i will tell you with whom

let us begin by admiring the toes

the second toe, on the right foot is just longer than the others,

the perfect ankles connect the feet with amazing calves,

the left one marred with a beautiful imperfection that i simply adore,

the perfect calves lead up to knobby knees, inherited by generations before, i'm assured,

maybe our children with have them, (i sort of hope they do)

the knobby knees connect the toned calves to the meaty thighs, wonderfully full and strong,

the thighs rise up and widen into the most beautiful hips you will ever witness walking by,

(trust me, i know...) and those hips support the largest curve protruding off the rear of this skeleton

yeah, that booty... (i sort of hope our daughters get that, too...)

the rounded rear leads into the niftiest back, a most favorite feature that i simply adore,

the back is muscular but not intensely so, just enough, to support body, but also enough that a had in the small of that back is a most sensual touch

that back wraps around to a most soft and warm tummy, not small, not large, it does exist, and it does change with the times of the week, month, and year, but it is a most amazing canvas for such a sincerely cute belly-button...

due north of that belly-button live two mole-hills, hardly enough to be considered "breasts" but still anatomically considered as such, enhanced by a brassier during the day, and let free to be by night, the poor darlings, still just enough for someone such as this, this person we are admiring...

above the breasts comes a particularly strong collar bone connected to shoulders and a neck.

let us go east and west and look to the biceps of this beautiful creature

the wingspan wide and strong, but not as strong as in years past, the muscles have disintegrated from lack of intense use, but that is okay, they show what used to be, they are very capable of hugging, squeezing and comforting, three of my favorite things.

above the crook of the left elbow there is a dark, brown, perfect freckle.

my favorite to examine, my love, has learned to like it, too.

thin wrists connect to fingers that play instruments and write poetry, capable and talented hands, i love and adore. they are very good for hand-holding.

now back north to the neck, the neck really only supports the head, i have nothing poetic to say about such a body part...

the rounded chin and small nose, coincide well with the tiny ears that will never stop growing,

the eyes, both different sizes, visibly when no makeup is worn,

but the deepest blackish brown you shall ever witness, with a blackish-purple ring around the iris, it is such a treasure to see...

oh! eyebrows! how enviable, when tamed by the wax and the tweezers, the eyebrows naturally

arching where they should, just needing occasional attention, this i do love.

above the eyebrows comes the strong, tall forehead,

topped with brownish-blonde, sometimes called dishwater blonde, hair.

the hair is in perm recovery, but smells like before, it has the most wonderful aroma like a rare flower in springtime bloom, year-round, when not chemically taken from it,

the person?

well, i am looking in a mirror,

because i have come to love my body,

because it deserves it,

just like me.

i deserve love

that only i can give to me.