Womankind
Curves etched from baking sand.
A scarlet desert in my mind
births stripped leaves of emerald green.
So I am known. The sky the shyest tint
of ocean blue, burning anew,
washing me of all I thought I ever knew.
And so we stand in the full wide open,
arms outspread, eyes tightly closed,
for we are here, newly awakened.
We feel the sun’s hands on our faces,
the warmest breath of air,
and the knowledge we are loved.
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