to the esha who loves her arms,
i’m glad you finally came around.
now look at the curve of your hip.
watch how the morning sun kisses your skin.
it’s mozart, monet, magnificence.

to the esha who loves her arms,
it took you long enough!
now listen to the sound of your voice.
it’s honey and sweetness and warmth.
i’d listen to you forever.

to the esha who loves her arms,
i’m so happy to meet you.
now look into your eyes.
they’re golden, caramel, ochre.
stained glass cathedrals catching the noontime light.

to the esha who loves her arms,
i always knew you’d get here.
now, admire you!
how your hair falls in the mornings,
your hands, beautifully made,
the way your mouth moves when you speak,
how completely you smile when you laugh.

isn’t life so much more when you see yourself for what you really are?

you effervesce, you glow.

i like your arms.

i have always liked your arms.

to the esha who loves herself,
i am, and always will be, awash in your beauty.