Friday, 23 December 2016

A Forest On My Skin




Every night my body comes to life
Between my legs
A thousand zebras look in to the light
For a moment their eyes look like fireflies
Or standing stationary traffic lights

Burdened with their memories
To drink some water 
At my navel they arrive
I know the matriarch
She trumpets me goodbyes

The king sleeps in the pit of my elbow 
Where sun beats like on a grassland 
When I open my arm straight 
He dashes down to my palm
Next to my pulse, where deer graze

The wild buffaloes are migrating 
From one breast to another 
And Salmons are swimming 
From knees to my thighs

A pack of wolves prowl
Along my shoulder blades
They are starving 
The winters are their toughest fight

Gibbons are always in flight 
One strand to another 
The water pours constantly 
In my hair
It is always a rainy night

My fingers when moving 
Are home to crocodiles
Their slender long tails
Resting on my nails

A bear on my shoulder 
Often jumps high
He slips and falls on my clavicle 
And the bees heave a sigh
Their queen is in my left ear
My lobes, their honeycombs
My lips, their nectar nigh

The rarest of the rare
Is around my hips somewhere
He camouflages with the bare
Many gather for just a glimpse 
Seeing a Snow leopard move
Is once in a lifetime thing

Photograph by Renhang