a lesson in new world history
Your body
is a codex
unfolding beneath my hands –
a history of skin
revealed in hieroglyphs that cluster
like galaxies around a center too sacred to have
a single name.
At this moment,
you are sun, fire
and star
illuminating every corner of a dark
winter with your brilliant gaze.
Smooth as obsidian,
luminescent as silver,
you refuse easy translation.
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