Sherry Blue Sky, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invited us to Play It Again. I can’t say no to Sherry, so I said yes, and chose to Take It to the Streets. While I was at it, I said yes to Prompt Nights, too. I agree, Sanaa, Imperfection is Beauty(full)… with extra character. And because I’m feeling quite wild, I’m also linking it to Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 303).
“She Runs Twisted”
She runs twisted, from life to death,
the asphalt of her skin potholed with stories
of living, dying, and reckless loving.
She likes it slow in storms and at night,
fast when the sun’s a kiss away from setting,
with music roaring all her hollows full,
at any time, with wheels speeding caresses
over the surface of her heat. She loves it
when rain whittles poems into her middle,
leaving her beauty-marked with life,
marking her beautifully towards dying,
loving her marks with tales of living.
She runs twisted in life, in death, in love.
abstract nude, by Aja
see more of her work on Sagittarius Gallery
*I deleted the first image I shared with the poem…
It did not feel quite right.
You can here it here, if you like.*