Shapeshifting
Ah, to happen upon a blemish of beauty or the sequence of a scar, glimpse a twist of mottled gourds or touch a figure out of reach. Behold the garnet stain of cuts or tear marks of a cheetah. Weave a delicate web for tiger’s eyes and knot the teeth of shark. Spy the lap of inky waves lure the lapis sky. In a slant of moonlight, we cast a spell – his dreads as black as tourmaline, my strands of gold unlocked. Flesh upon flesh, we tangle – our comet in the stars. Read More »