Sparkle

Bones

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

and dark

created by the suns caress and I think

I could live in this moment forever

A Bodys Canvas

I watch beads of water damp darken

the bronze hued strands of her hair

A single drop slips slowly down

arched lines of her body’s canvas

Collarbones form shallow pools

that capture the gentle trickle

and reflect the low flickering light of flame

One drop holds the infinite as it trails

slowly down the curved contour

Of her spine, leaving beads that glisten

as a candle burns down to

the dripping wax

The single drop of water

holds the whole world

in its translucent sphere

until gravity coaxes it

to paint the smooth hills

and valleys of her body

Heat leisurely evaporates

all the drops but one

The candles wick

burns to darkness

and I gently dry

that last drop. 

Facade of Motion

Grains of sand, surrounded

by overwhelming emptiness,

skim across the cracked desert floor

and up into the disorienting azure sky

where, shadowy and ominous,

a pair of vultures circle towards nothing

but themselves, a façade of motion

for the hopeful mind-

which longs for movement

in this barren place.

Waves of heat descend

upon this lonely land

like shimmering ghosts,

haunting  the transfixing stillness

of this hypnotizing landscape;

I lay limp on the unforgiving floor

and my mind is filled with sand

and visions of the past.

My consciousness creeps away

as the blistering  desert melts to black.

A meteor shower carries the past

away in the form of falling stars;

across the open desert sky

the galaxy above my sleeping form

forgets what cannot be changed-

as you do;

 a wonderful idea that I cannot grasp.

When did the past overcome

my static existence?

Who decides when I fall?

Spring break?!

I have one final tomorrow and I’m done! My math final is at 6 pm tomorrow and I’m taking a really easy math class so I’m not too worried about it. The only other thing I have to do is put the finishing touches on my poetry portfolio then I’m on my way home! I can’t wait for almost two whole weeks of no worries and no classes and no homework! Oh and the cruise my family is going on. I can’t wait to get a little sun! Hopeful it will actually be sunny the whole time but either way it’ll be fun and I can’t wait. Then on the spring term…