I am desirable! I am ferocious! I am the keeper of the lion’s tongue!
my body is perfect in the way it functions
in the way it beats along without knowing, like a bookmark in an unread book
why shouldn’t someone be put to rest in the space between my lashes? why shouldn’t someone find solace in the quiet spoon between my ear and neck?
my valentine fingers, the tiny microscopic buds gripping my hair, the way my skin flushes at the tiniest change in the air
my body is of the cosmos, it knows intimately the magnetic structure of the earth, it hears the radio wave cry at the edge of the universe, pink and static, finding the way like a cloud of dust escaping hatch-marked couch cushions
my third eye is somewhere near the ocean, my third ear a knob deep in the folds of a tree
my second heart is in the desert, padding in the naked brush like a lizard, dodging fossils.
skyscraper song, my body is a song, spider web limbs, sturdy and long
what a shame to not love it unconditionally