Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas
michaelboy

January



The shape of beauty is in the way hands move
for others, willing and without recompense.
My dad painted trees, especially bare ones and
when all leaves fall as our thin skin turns gray
I will forever see this form of you in brittle limbs.
Age takes the body, but never its supple intention.
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