I’ve not yet seen every city from a rooftop
or swam in dark seas
under many full moons.
I’ve not danced in all the streets,
I’ve hungered for
lost in crowds covered in bright fabrics
below southern suns
warming us with joy,
painting us all gold.
But I live in a body harboring an imagination
that stretches across time
and I know ecstasy exists
through imperfect flesh
and the softening within a stretch
or watching a mouth I crave
pronounce every vowel
in my name.
You see,
a girl doesn’t ignore
or forget a thing
like that.
Because I now realize
that to the primal skin
and most overflowing minds,
that the subtle things
and quiet things
are quite simply..

by: Victoria Erickson