streamofconscious

Country of my body
Fingers dragging the stretch of my abdomen
Exploring a landscape of curves and lines

My ship's hull, the bend of the beams
Curving ribcage ridges and troughes
The slight dip, roll of the land, shape of the valley
I feel the swoop of my sides, hipbone oars pulling forward

Rounding hands over hips
Curving mound at the pit of my belly, my own personal mountain
Domed cap and crater, perhaps this is a volcano after all

My skin is smooth, but not like glass or wood
It is smooth, but it is alive
Reaching arms over my head, I feel it shift around me
Stretching tight over affixed structures, breaking and changing topography