Tu Eres Bonita

Tu eres Bonita

Bella Linda....Hermosa
Tu eres bonita
Not anymore
The lines are visible
The features lose definition
Skin loosens....
Sags tiring of collagen.
Resistance to gravity
Is futile.

The depravity of the notion
Of fountain of immortality
Elixirs of youth
Bottled self preservation
Of a need to freeze
the mutable into
Botoxed rictus.

When to be fallible
Is innocent of design
Pure and genuine.

Susceptible to wrinkles
And crinkles in the
Fabric of our time
Through space
Is to be human
And graciously agree
To let victory lie
In befriending defeat.
To surrender
Is courage of
High order, valor most
Discreet and sweet.

Bit by bit bid goodbye
To past image.
Look like yourself.
Make allowances
Adjust the mental loopholes
Like yourself flawlessly.
Just be.

Its sweet serendipitous happenstance
In a lifeless universe to be
Beautiful living You.

Share yourself generously
An existential room
With a view.
Looking outwards onto autumn vistas
The gaze turns inwards too.

Tu eres bonita...Hermosa.
You are truly beautiful.
In truth you're true.

The sunlight is sinfully  harsh
But not ever,  you.

© Amrita Valan 2015