Tell

How do I tell her she’s different?

That she’s a country of stars

How do I tell that God resides in those dimples?

And every time she smiles,

I see Him stretch like time

How do I tell her?

That those marks are not cracks on her foundation

But traces of her roots

How do I tell her?

That she’s not a barn

A storehouse for men’s moist emotions

How do I tell her?

That beauty is not in the thickness of her contour

But in the forest above her eyes

The very one she weeds away

How do I tell her?

That even the oceans envy her

How do I?