Breath

Streams down my temples
outshined
by the ebony and pine falling on my shoulders
Fibers contract at once, giving shape
carving out hills on my skin
a coat of sunshine
tiny droplets in the crevisces between my fingers
sealing color with every pass
tempered by spiral exhalations
soft and sharp
from the inside out

The infinite canvas of space
where feet strike in lines,
hands join in curves,
and core gives depth
before the next breath

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