spring’s silk
laying beside
cherry red cheeks,
shy bitten lips
the sweet
harmonic sounds
awaken to the
sunlight’s shower
a tree stump with
roots sprouting out
her blushing heart
pounces
tamed under
the smile
distinct and
clear palms
of lines
of road maps
crossing into one another
Suddenly, my body
is Alice’s Wonderland
not a wasteland
no this is not
a garbage dump of
features
tough redness of eyes
knuckles full
of knowledge
the body is not an apology
my body
is not an apology
these architectural
arms are
scarred with sufficient
strength
not an
abandoned warehouse
suddenly my body
is mine.
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