Milk and Earth
Milky white skin cool and violent.
Fire in your mind, your head is a pool.
High I dance, high I am,
in a heady woven trance.
Have I gone to far?
Think not!
Push some more.
Immaculate will come.
Walk.
I do.
Hands embrace.
Milk and earth caressing her face.
See da mad man, is that I?
Choices choose me, scared to die?
Girl with milky white skin and fire within.
A girl with gifts of milk and earth.
Silk woven mind free to birth.
Death is warm, freedom there.
Return this time, my soul is bare.
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