Goddess Halves

The moon rests on my angel bones.
Fingers trace my ribs,
seeking spiritual enlightenment.
I am naked because that's the way
we're meant to be.

The pale light contrasts
the olive color that is my skin.
I feel more charitable
the less you know me.
I'd make a great messiah.

Here, these teachings.
It's not the way they are,
it's the way I tell them.
You can see the pictures in
the Aurora Borealis.
Let's all take a trip north.

I get to be pale in the winter.
The way my palms are purple-red
makes you remember things
you don't want to remember.
I always say I'm sorry.

The sun is under my tongue;
that's why your thermometer
is broken. I apologize.
Here, it can spill out
and warm you in dark times.

These feet pound the concrete.
I think of no way to express
the freedom of running
until seven layers of skin peel off.
Look, I can see your soul.

I lay curled up like a turtle.
On the ground my head
is between my knees.
I'm still naked and now your eyes
are all but freed.
Make judgments on my form.