When I first knew myself
the wind whipped my hair into knots
untangled by fingers searching for roots
ropes buried in sea salt brine
in the crook of my arm
in the folds of my skin
secretly breathing in
my own amber scent
pleasure of me
nestled in my lungs
tasting deep wells of sunlight
with my tongue.
KKLE April 1, 2016
hinarising 