My skin is a canvas

tightly stretched over bone

rivulets of blood in veins

you could call this body home

for now

my hands are fire filled

fingers shaped for using tools

planting seeds and making love

they touch like fireflys

cut like razor blades

and move like the wind

i have a spine

its like a ladder

vertabrae stacked like books

written on layers of bark

roots reaching in my pelvis

branches spreading in my brainstem

there’s an ocean in my belly

and salt on my lips

this body’s a baritone bass drum

saxaphone river reed

call it music

maker of sound

reverberating within

my flesh

is embedded with invisible text

transcribed in tongues

my lungs

are full of the potential for song

teeth are small polished stones

caste as spells into lakes of speach

this body

call it music

maker

rhythm

shaker

time-keeper

heart

we all have one

a small beating heart

the size of a fist

more like an open palm

more like the earth

more like a bee hive

where the bees of the mind

buzz all day

making dreams into honey

in the heart

moving like feet

speak to me of body

a bow

a spear

a spear-it

aimed towards ash

towards dust

this vessel

this organic cellular organizm

hear only temporarily

temple of a body

let it burn

let it become

let it be

what it is

changing

body

of ours.