Laying naked faced down,
Heat crawling up my spine,
Sweat hitting the white carpeted ground,
Beading in a line.
Hair up so high,
Tattoos and piercings exposed,
In my head rushes the thought Why,
As I force myself into a repose.
Straddling my pillow beneath me,
I lay with a slight breeze from my fan,
Next to me I bring up my knee,
I take in as much as I can.
Feeling my face against softness,
The breeze grazing my skin,
My hair is a pulled up mess,
But the heat and I are akin.
My sheet barely covers,
My shape is outlined,
My curves just like my grandmothers,
When her breath was young and kind.
Like every generation before mine,
A sweet innocence and lightness follows,
Like porcelain holding white wine,
As sensual as God allows.
I am the map that guides,
Anyone who wishes to see my family past,
Eyes of blue tides,
And rose lips that last.
I feel the cloud of resemblance,
Hover over myself,
But my mind gave me my chance,
Freeing my soul and itself.
I am one,
I am my own woman,
Laying naked and faced down.
My head is wandering,
And Summer is growing.