Her

March 15, 2019

Read her like a book

Rolling hillside curves

Thighs amber light, backbone bind

Hooked on her look, light waves of her spine

Swollen and fertile her

breasts

Divine goddess of her porcelain profile

From beyond, belief

It couldn’t be

Those innocent eyes tell me stories like lines in a poem

The language of love, that I can now decipher no cage could ever confine her untamable heart

Outline the constellation of beauty marks

I could spend, bend time to find her in a thousand lives to map her mind.

To count the universes in her eyes.

To kiss her just one last time.

Her. 

Words by Kat Keen 

(Artist on the Edge)

Photos by Glimmermere Photo

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