Her earlobes flower bloom
Out from her face
And hang like vines
All down her shoulders
Ants are crawling freckles
On her cheeks and nose
With spider lashes spreading
Spindly legs across her eyes
She is in motion
Her feather fractured bones
Creak swallow songs
And blood like wine
Flows sweetly in her fingers
A winking eye sparks
Tiny fireflies around her hair
With downy coats of bird fluff
Spilling free around her heels
I am warm
Inside her hands
No comments:
Post a Comment