Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Her eyes gleam like fire
Hair tangled with thorns
Lips blood red
Not a trace of lipstick.

Clean dirt collecting under nails
Proof of contact with this earth.
Skin lightly dusted with fragrant soil
Smeared on lined cheeks.

She looks to the sky,
And I know she is angry.
But she also knows love.

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