Moving into The burning life Of trees eating Fruit as I move I dance give life To the ground Soaked & muddy Beneath my feet Grow feathers from my back Almost ripe for plucking Scratching just the surface Bleeding from this Dot where I am hurting Leaking my pus all over My smooth freckled Back the beauty is asleep Dreaming of dandelion fields Lavender in her hair Licking her lips Chewing on her own face Cherishing one perfect Crimson cherry Shimmering while it Hangs in the air Ready to be devoured.