True beauty is in the curve of a cheekbone,
the bumps of a spine, trailing down a smooth back.
Bones like white sailboats, flowing
seamlessly in the wind.
Bones pressed against skin
pulled taught. Showing
our tiny freckles, so unsymmetrical.
Brown dots sprinkled on pale flesh.
Fingernails with white crescent moons.
Our blood flows, barely visible,
in green rivers under our skin.
Connecting our entire bodies
through complex mazes and pathways.
Arteries and capillaries.
I lay naked in the sun and the peaks of my ribs
and hip bones cast shadows
on my cold-bleached skin.
The sun makes the soft downy hairs covering my body glow
and my pastel breasts absorb the warmth. I
can feel it spreading through my body,
from my tissue paper pink areolas
to the dark inside of my belly button
to the skin stretched thick and taught over my shins.
The lines of my body fascinate me
I slowly trace the pools of light
created by the suns caress and I think
I could live in this moment forever