My body is a swath of silk dropped into a vat of indigo dye
fibers drunk with a blue elixir drown me as designs imprint
my silken body flirts with the sun blowing in the afternoon sky

My body is a rough sheet of french drawing paper
hand made pastels chisel the bold architecture of her face
and forcefully darken the shadowy mysteries we can only sense

My body is a small pocket sketch book that makes promises
with each fine line mark  lassoed from unknown regions
landing in my hand making me feel a sense of continuance