Curls like vines

Curls like vines Tangled, whipped, out of control Reaching out to Choco orbs Skin gleaming in the too hot sun I stand, silhouette stains the ground Inky black shell against bright light Giant and midget at the same time – Depends on your eyepiece Not a single point to be found All curves rolling seamlessly … Soft breath Soft voice Soft step Soft eyes Eyes that see the rainbow In every person Glittering blue, green, gold Oh, the colors I see The energies I feel Reaching from every figure And I am the sun Sometimes the moon Lights and shadows play on my skin I pull them in They sink to my bones I push them out Who am I? Sweet or sassy Outgoing or shy Kind or un-attached Funny or serious All embodied in a body Every sound Every color Every passion Every thought Molded into clay Given breath Presented to the world