where no man has gone before
john mayer said it best:
my body is a wonderland -
sweet and delectable,
like a cup full of
the rarest darjeeling.
or maybe my body is
like the star trek enterprise -
taking men where they have
never gone before,
surrounded by halos of starlight
and marked by moonbeams.
then again, maybe my body is
a battlefield -
scarred with anger, but
ripped into silk ribbons
and thunderstruck petals.
perhaps my body is
the familiar moon -
in all her phases,
she glows and she is
beyond beautiful.
i'd like to think my body is
a french bakery's finest gateau -
best taken with silver spoons,
honeyed and soft,
layered with candied fantasies.
do you think my body is
a question seeking answers?
curved in her curiosity,
persistent in her very existence,
asking for amazement.
no, no, my body is
a classic book -
a timeless story
with a comforting scent
and homey, worn pages.
i hope my body is
a rainbow over a blazing wildfire -
beauty over destruction,
almost a saving grace,
a silver lining.
a final thoguht:
my body is a wildflower.
beautiful in its resilience,
its growth,
not just where it is planted,
but where the wind takes it.