What I look like when I wear Poetry

dark auburn limbs, silvery stars
journeyed pathways
of earthy flesh
encircled hazel mysteries
of midnight forestry
and sorrowful abyss of tears
fears and other things
landing softly upon forty
eight years of bitten lips
and words left unspoken-

years of shadowy words kept hidden
within old denim pockets- love letters
to souls who never knew of my love
would fall upon the ground like raindrops
as my scattered mind swirls like fireflies at midnight

weighted shoulders
holding magnetic, skeletal
frames of calories and visual affects
standing upon platforms of cheap nail polish
and second hand shoes

(That's what I look like when I wear poetry)