the rivers of my black hairwind around the valley of my cheeksit sticks to my eyelasheslike pollen to a flowerI am an expansive landscapewith winding ..
I'm tired of waitingfor a saviorin glistening armorstained with the bloodof his pastto comesave meI have my own armormade of frecklesand scarsI have m..
I used to be embarrassedof the curves along my hipsthe stretch marks all along my armsthe way my stomach dipsbut when you came and touched melike I wa..