Voicing

My feet made of sand
Gravel covers my toes
My hands strolling land
Dust that allows one to grows

My back tends to shiver
When love touches my soul
My heart turns into a river
It tend to escape any fish bowl

My lips a forest dry
A desert that bursts for a kiss
My spirit like buyers that buy
Skin sleeker than that of a fish

My eyes the holder of a tear
That cries at beautiful foe
My wings need no one near
It cannot want what it doesn't know

My body a dancer
Swaying to the rhythms of choice
My red cheek merely a chancre
I am living my life with a voice