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
