her bronzed skin radiates,
dusk coalesced with a summer breeze.
her eyes are flooded with kisses from the sun,
illuminated like pools of maple syrup.
five million hairs grow endlessly;
she wasn’t made to feel the breeze.
she grows too fast for her skin;
beige streaks adorn her curves.
her stomach peaks
like the waxing crescent phase of the moon.
fingertips caress her face;
you could feel every scar,
has a story to tell.
she bleeds and endures the pain;
she’s a warrior,
an anomalous almighty.
if only she could see
how unbelievably captivating she is.