Open this woman and she pours
a torrent of sweet butter
Tender shoots stretch her arms
Her hands are a gentle torment
washing away the grit
of damaged lovers
Dazzling hip bones swing
She is a broken bone of bird song
wrens, robins, and orioles
perch on her cracked knuckles
The bones in her face laugh
with the warm scent of night
She is a bending, stretching pirouette
of amazing grace
See Meet Mago Contributor Phibby Venable.