V2:E3 March, 2000
Am I simply mooncalf arctic girl,
nothing more than singular creature held
up against the weight of your white mass?
Perhaps, but I am also the tundra
you place your mouth on, the blue
thread you use to stitch yourself
closer to a handsome Asian hip.
I could ripple through your dark
sky with my hair in ribbons, in bows.
My hands red tipped wings of an eagle
and my eyes wild forget-me-nots.
If only you'd notice my wilderness,
how my crescent brow predicts unusual
weather, yes then you'd know for certain
that I am your Northern Light.
Date of Birth:
April 29, 1966
Eastern Shore Maryland
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