The bend of my knee
curves once 
unable to run forever 
like a river
invading the land generous enough to let it 
be destroyed.  
The whites of my nails 
break off
a speck of earth that floats 
up into your eyes
to blind you
forced to reach out  
you touch me
yet all you feel is a wall 
of softness
like the tone of an apology. 
The point of my canines
have been sharpened by
cliff
       hanging
tales that I’ve eaten up
like the words in a love letter. 

I’ve only got space to
elope two arms 
over my hearty breasts. 
A beat that pumps
love into mess.