my body is a map.
I'm learning to wear my skin
like a flag.
this landscape of hills and valleys
which roll in dancing waves.
the downy savannah of my thighs.
the intricate deltas of my fingers and toes.
new purple trails that meander
through the alabaster.
this topography is a work of art.
my body is a globe.
elevations and depths
fighting over the touch of a hand.
my body is a cave.
there are unexplored places still;
the subterranean maintains its mysteries.
the pressure causing cracks in my vessel,
too afraid to look directly at my own inner sun,
afraid it will look back and tell me
I am beautiful.
here there be
my dragon self,
full of fire and light.