Because Of Beauty Poem by Riley Choma

I remember times when as a child, my mother told me 'don't touch.'

I never quite understood it' and numerous times I asked why.

I remember how she told me 'because its beautiful.'

A sentence that had made so little sense to a little me, I would never have thought it would mean so much now.

Tapastry, flowers, and perfume bottles; the beautiful things about which I was told 'don't touch.'

That remark about beauty resonates with me now, for when I looked at her I knew in an instant that she was beautiful.

Hast that been the reason for all of the miles in between?

Long black hair, a warming laugh, curves, and a smile that serves to out my stomach into knots; the world screams three thousand some miles of 'don't touch.'

I ask myself why, fore I just can't comprehend it.

Its because she is beautiful, and oh how I have never wished more that I could touch what has captivated my soul.