Walks along a silver shore
Arrows drawn to the moon. Stepping lightly.
Agile hunter.
Drifting slightly
In her graceful room
Wanders through the wilderness
Her eyes sharp and feline
The twisted curls of ebony
Entangled with the vines.
Her body's temple
Tan and pure
Is tatooed with myth and time
When her dirt stained face turns to the sun
It kisses her lips, divine
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
Walks along a silver shore
Arrows drawn to the moon. Stepping lightly.
Agile hunter.
Drifting slightly
In her graceful room
Wanders through the wilderness
Her eyes sharp and feline
The twisted curls of ebony
Entangled with the vines.
Her body's temple
Tan and pure
Is tatooed with myth and time
When her dirt stained face turns to the sun
It kisses her lips, divine
