Topography of my body
My body is mountains disguised in flesh
Fields of grain waving in the breeze
My body is plateaus and canyons
And every hill you’ve ever climbed
So it’s time I learn to stop hating the landscape
My eyes are shimmering swamps
Leading to the depths of my soul
My unsinkable smile is the boat that
carried the sailors home again
And I am learning not to call her titanic
My feet are the arching stones that
Are somehow still standing
Balanced on peaks that defy belief
And my ears are the caverns
Where wind blows to become music
But I am only a tourist here
Lost in my own forest
This is not the wooded menagerie I once called home
This is the barren desert of my bed sheets
The cold rain in the taiga of my cheek bones
But my heart is the molten core here
She sings out to you with explosive volcanos
Magma making my words seem spiteful
But I am not the smoke clouds
The billowing grays that streak the sky
No, that is my love for you
Blowing away with the breeze
But scorching the earth so I’ll never forget
How it felt to be in love
Sending toxins falling to earth
Reminding me of the poison you gave me
And the pain it took to let you go
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