The ridges of your back,
Feeling your hummingbird-thin bones,
your butterfly soft skin.
You lie upon that harsh rock
Baring the back of your smooth neck,
Unblemished as a rose petal.
Do you welcome the searching hands,
Along your bare back?
The sun shining like silk
Across your body?
Curling upon the rock,
Your body looks like a shell washed up to shore
If you were to open your eyes,
What tales would they tell?
Ophelia Leong is a wife and mother who loves to write. Her work has been published in Mothers Always Write, Allegro Poetry, and Assisi: An Online Journal of Arts and Letters. She is currently working on her first novel. Check out her blog here:ophelialeong.blogspot.com.
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