Nothing could be more beautiful than her eyes, dark and deep, flashing or smiling, unless it were her lips when she disdained makeup, twin miracles; or her teeth, alabaster and unique.
Nothing could be more beautiful unless it was the line of her chin, or her cheeks or her brow, or her hair as it once was, abundant and wavy and flowing and dark.
Nothing could be more beautiful than her neck, or her collar bone, or the cleft between her rounded white breasts, or her smile, or the sound of her voice, regardless of what it might be saying.
Nothing could be more beautiful, nothing, … nothing, … nothing at all.
Frustrating reflections while trying to fall out of love.
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2019; all rights reserved. Please feel free to share with appropriate attribution.
Guillermo Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia although he has primarily lived in the United States of America (of which he is a citizen). Until recently he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales. He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies). He can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org and much of his writing is available through his blog at http://www.guillermocalvo.com.