How to distinguish shell pink from shell blue:
Her spilled-milk skin’s both one, the other too.
The skin she lives in is her ocean shell.
Her skin tones ring, smooth as a polished bell.
She is the seasons. Spring strides in her feet.
The motion of her ankles is replete
With stellar distances. Worlds coincide,
Poised in galactic balance, in her stride.
She is a feast of gravity and light.
Upon her bleached white sacrum, left and right,
Two lilac scrolls (gift for her last boyfriend)
Spoil the innocence of her child’s rear end.
But she was tattoo’d by the universe
And is its law and scroll of velum: hers
Onslaught of winter and the year’s surcease,
Return of spring, renewal and increase.
4/5/2012
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