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
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