landmarks

I wanted to be a rose
Velvet petals and teasing thorns
Delicate and easy to hold

I am willow tree breasts
And thighs like galaxies
A sand dune belly
Siren call hips
And sea storm eyes

I am soft in all of the right
And wrong places
Nobody thought
To give my body a map

I wanted to be a rose
But I am devasting
And cannot be wrapped in cellophane

One thought on “landmarks

  1. I just wanted to say, this is a poem I would revisit. Print out, tuck in a journal, revisit by chance and again when I felt beautiful and when I felt vulnerable. It resonates.

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