Girl digging, she wanders
Always below the skin-mask
Surface undoing

First love-touch
A dark skin, a-be-afraid-of skin.
Smell-of-Nanny’s-arms skin

Cocoa butter
Cinnamon
Something sharp that wakes up sleepy bears.

Skin
Deep
Pink palms
like mine.

She says:
Same ground beneath our unfurling
Babies crawling, hands down.

Blueberry popsicles in July
Her beautiful palms
Our lips blue with sugar and ice

A wandering woman
In her skin, digging below
Hearts melting, our undoing.