Between Two Worlds
Flight into the clouds never pregnant
but always reproducing mysterious
through the pathways for students
of fire and song.
My skin is white with transparency,
my breasts are mountains that soar
through the clouds. My hair is yellow
as sun light. I live among stars and
lilies and travel easily between two
different worlds.
Copyright © Julie Heckman | Year Posted 2014
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