31 PORTRAITS OF A WOMAN'S BODY
A firefly carves out her face
In the twilight in god's eyes.
Heaven is just a turn
To the right side of lust.
A boy recreated creation
In a room too small
To room a minute old creature.
Under the stars
The earth becomes fluid enough
To fit in the shape of the moon
On a moaning tongue.
A woman's body would still be light
After carrying the weight of the universe.
Other ways to acknowledge art
With a defiled heart.
In a dark room
A body fell for the tricks of chemistry
& became a deflowered flower.
There's a place within your lungs
Longing for something other than air.
In the core part of the night
god walked barefooted on a fertile ground
& death couldn't erase his footprints.
God's way of staying magical.
In a woman's body
Is a generation; born & unborn,
& a nation; defiled & undefiled.
A holy ground
With more unholy worshippers.
A way back to the beginning of a story
Told about history & blood.
An entrance door
For boys finding their reflections
In the shadows of women like their mother
Waiting for a man to autograph love on their skins.
A woman's body is a staircase of wonders
The higher you climb, the closer heaven becomes.
There's no art, artful than the one
In your eyes at the sight of a rose
Breaking the night into fragments of stars.
A photo album
Of perfumed memories of a gone lover.
Some battles are best fought
In the thickest part of the night- under the stars.
Sometimes we have to feel
Love's heartbeat, we never can tell
When she'll stop breathing.
There's nothing here
Only a photograph of when
The universe stops running in a circle.
You're on the edge of the wind
Thrusting your soul with god's version
Of God's word.
The sea looks into the mirror
On the wall of sunrise
& admires her own beauty.
A woman's body is not so much of a saint
It drags every man away from himself
To the melodies on hell's tongue.
Our bodies diffuse into a whisper.
We attempt to blue-tify & mortalize our blueprints
By recreating ourselves- romantically
In a room braided with blues.
Intertwine your shadow with another
To feel God's heARTbeat
When he thought of man & said
It's not good for him to be alone.
You taste some things
And your tongue forever becomes thirsty.
The most sacred of places
Need no maps to reach their skies.
In wars like this
There are no bloodsheds
Only two bodies growing into a waterfall.
A boat rowing us home
Along the paths of our mothers
Their mothers & their mother's mothers.
A woman's body is an irresistible song
That sets your tongue on fire.