Shape shifting, body of the flower,
Glazed in celestial Autumn's tears.
Stretching upward in defiance of the Earth's pull.
Wrapped in corduroy hip huggers.
Muscles worked up at the wonder,
Because I'm no longer offended
At being a thing of beauty.
A magpie's collection of glinting silver circlets,
Blackbirds nest of warm wools.
Hair up, secured in a loose pile up top of my head.
Show me your bones and get on the track.
Follow, follow. You're in a star-powered forward motion.
I got educated on the dryer lint and cobweb sheen
That I'm told I don't get to keep near and dear to me.
Hold tight to me I'm winding and I'm firing.
Stripped up and strapped to the tornado of your eyes.
The distance thumps with thunder
And the constant is December chill
Keeping you chattering through your teeth.
See that I am sweating.
Twisting, little thing.
Sweet sea urchin.
Shifting with the love of the ocean.
Drag of the tide in and out,
Left a sticky residue on the branches
Lining up your lungs
With the tobacco smoke
We sit sharing.
Everything is wrapped in
Finally.
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