The Topography of Your Body

//an open letter to anyone who needs a reminder of just how

magnificently they were perforated//

 

You are so incredibly beautiful.

Darling,

you:

home,

are so complex- and not in the way

that stupid boy meant when he

told you this last year. You are comprised

of rivers and

valleys and

craters and

more stardust than I can hold in my

two hands. The curvature of your spine

channels holy water

all

the way

down

to your stubby toes. You complain

about how much you hate to show a little skin, but

darling, you are already naked. My eye traces

the routes across your bare flesh, dresses you

with grace, finds a compass pointing us toward

the bedroom door. You can leave like

this. Darling, you are the most intricate map

I have ever had the pleasure reading.

 

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