In champagne moonlight
my girl giggled
out of her
patches of fabric
dropping them to
the wet sand.

I kicked mine on top
of hers
then chased her squeals
into the surf. Continue reading →

I want to give my perspective on the beauty of my girl. In this case, I specifically mean external beauty.

There is an objective measure of beauty that is a matter of well known ratios. Honey, you have those in spades.

But that only goes so far. Continue reading →