1000 Bodies
Every woman has 1000 bodies
all encyclopaedic layerings
a milky way of
silent orbits &
galaxies
pumice stone lungs
sedimentary thighs
granite ribcages
you refract light in a major key
I'm still learning how to
catch the tune
I stumble through until
full moon
where you wait for me
holding out a palm
It's not that I'm
a fiend for you
I just feel like
I'm still finding you
Saturn sings her song
we shake at your epicentre.