Cotton pink undertones
Close by with gentle age
She was creamy, so soft
My eyes sparkled as we met
Pixie baby looking all confused
Going for a ride with mine
I sit silent
I study her magic
The way her skin rainbows
The concern in her delicate sweet face when I leave
This long walk up
I inhale and exhale like the goddess I am
I am connected like the earth I am made of
And my skin vibrates as the sun
This long walk up
Birds

In me
There’s a peasant in me
More tame
Domesticated
A puppeteer, my sweet labrinyth
From her I get my strength
Hard steps
Most prized possessions
My sorry little secrets
A women’s silence
a women would hold her tongue
feasting off of her crimson iron
cause she needed the taste
