Mist gathers around my ankles

Trees grow on my legs

I sway my hips slowly, as I walk over gentle hills

Mountains brush past my naval

Flocks of birds perch in the palm of my hand

Clouds rest on my collarbone and rain down my breasts

Waterfalls turn to rivers

The earth drinks from my skin

My eyes on the horizon

My head touches nothingness

I kiss the stars and rest in the ocean

My languid body becomes a home