PAINT-BRUSH HANDS
The girl has paint-brush hands
She loves the breath of sunrise
Trees shape her with blades of silk
Her back bathes in marble
The girl has rope-braid hair
She loves the salt of semen
Ghosts trace her with battleships
Her neck smells of winter
The girl has storm-cloud eyes
She loves the still of midnight
Light finds her through memories
Her skin lifts cathedrals
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