i am regal, the perfect posture of venus
the curve in her spine, the dimples at her back
holding centuries between her thighs
telling stories with the twist of the hip
i'm falling, deeply;
the lily tumbling to cool oceans depths
i know what resides in unexplored waters
tasted the icy lick of mankind at her knees
tender, for you and for me
but not for him
and what towers fell in babel and my bedroom
last night
the sky isn't blue, it's longing
grazing gods index finger
i am naked, but never exposed
born and reborn again onto seashells of pearl
never wearing the same skin twice
out of fear of you remembering my face
