she is carved of onyx, ebony, and sapphire,
her skin is strips of blackened sky.
her eyes plucked diamonds from milky galaxies,
constellations shining in her pupils, reverse black holes: the presence of all light and shining.
she speaks, and stars implode, she laughs, and worlds are created.
she is ivory and porcelain, cinnamon and coffee, the colors of creativity, the taste of nirvana, the scent of strength and eden.
her touch is a silken sheet, her caress warmer than the sun's rays in summer.
she blinks, and hearts stop. her presence lingers. she is woman.
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
