A Path Through All Terrain

Grant Hope #168

If shadows linger longer than limbs
your legs linger longer than shadows
they seem to be as tall and tough as a range of mountains
but smooth as stones washed for innumerable time in beds of rivers

If night is the time of day at which we cannot see
then your embroidered flower and breasts
shine in the darkest nocturne

If ripples dissipate into pools as they widen
your abdomen holds its shape longer than the largest body of water
it seems to be as chiseled as sculptures etched in ice
but as soft as powdered snow to the touch

If morning is the time of day at which we begin to make our way
then your focused eyes, resting lips, and fine face
reflect the light so that we may see the road before us

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