Body of a woman

body of a woman

white hills

white thighs

white hills to roll down on, in the happiest of days

white thighs to kick a ball together

then come the clouds to cry on the hills

BODY OF A WOMAN

here it comes

like the wind to take the hills away

from the crying clouds

the clouds become astray

looking to cry on the white hills

White thighs follow the hills;

the only things that would share a similarity with the clouds… Leave

the white hills turn black from the impurity of the wind

The white thighs start running from the darkness, to later on, find another threat

stumbling on the hills

being engulfed by  the dark

like ants towering over sweets

getting injuries that can't be healed by mortal hands

why wouldn't you let me help you