Aesthetic

My aesthetic is the soft rays of the sunset

Painting the underside of the clouds

With light the color of peaches and marigolds.

It is the song stuck in your head,

With the bassline you feel in your chest

That compels you to tap your toe.

My aesthetic is the rolling thunder

That shakes windows and rattles teeth

As it ripples through the sky.

My aesthetic is the black outline of trees

Against a sky the color of fire,

Whispering in the wind.

It's the smell of the ocean and wood smoke,

With the sticky sweetness of honey

And the clear bite of pine and mint.

My aesthetic is silent sobs in the shower

With tightness in the throat

And catharsis in the form of hot water.

It is the primal screams of grief and elation,

The burn of lightning in the sky,

And the touch of eiderdown.

My aesthetic is the whistle of the highway,

That exhilaration just beyond the speed limit,

And the ecstasy of being alive.

It is the thrill of victory

Coupled with voracity,

Curiosity, and ambition.

My aesthetic is the Caribbean sea,

The light of the moon,

And the warmth of the touch of a friend.

It is the blinding brilliance of the sun,

The mystery in the stars,

And the love of all the universe.