violet_grim

This is not I. I had no body once -

only what served my need to laugh and run

and stare at stars and tentatively dance

on the fringe of foam and wave and sand and sun.

Eyes loved, hands reached for me, but I was gone

on my own currents, quicksilver, thistledown.

Can I be trapped at last in that soft face?


[Naked Girl & Mirror - Judith Wright]