My Aesthetic

my aesthetic is color shape sound smell sensation

my aesthetic is deep cool colors

navy blue, evergreen, dark stone grey,

unyielding teal

warm blood and burgundy

fox fur red and golden threads

silver pendants and brass rings

my aesthetic is feathers in my hair

lips you know are there

brows drawn bold and sharp

lashes that spike and liner that glitters

and teeth that cut the dentist

my aesthetic is tall collars and long hems

my aesthetic is poet shirts and cozy socks

sleeves rolled to the elbows

tails tied at the waist

my aesthetic is a feeling and a place

my aesthetic is rainfall

fog drifting through deep green trees

rising to the forest from the sea

my aesthetic is cold ocean breezes and hot firewood

my aesthetic is candlelight

moonlit nights

dim and bright all at once

my aesthetic is regal and real

structured and slouching

messy and clean

my aesthetic is towers and bridges

trolls, goblins, and witches

raven wings, fox tails, cat eyes, and bee stings

my aesthetic is neither luxurious nor squalorly

my aesthetic is scholarly

my aesthetic is notes hand strewn across the walls

my aesthetic is scrawling designs and simple lines

and sweeping, graceful curves

my aesthetic is old book smell

scent of fig leaves and caviar

and clay smeared across my face

my aesthetic is care

my aesthetic is haste

my aesthetic is littered with coffee cups

accented with soft stone ceramics

my aesthetic is stomping boots and standing tall

my aesthetic is the roar and the hum

my aesthetic is the slice of string and beat of drum

my aesthetic is smoke and spoken word

rushing battle cries

and sparkling tears

and sparkling tears streaming

from solid grey eyes

it is my symbols of familiarity,

like me, constantly changing with time.