my body is a country
spread out long and thin
the topography has changed
the land grows and grows
from the sockets of my eyeballs
small craters on the moon
warm brown oceans inside
glowing in deep darkness
curved plateau of lips
claimed too many times
to still be so fragile
such traversable territory
the mountain range of my breasts
wide, white rising on an incline
swelling and shrinking
from the weather within
the valley of my pelvis
framed by jagged peaks of hips
dipping low and carved out
untamed forest sheltering sad softness
the long round hills of legs
underground tunnels filled with life
ending in arched peninsulas of feet
tiny archipelagos of toes
I can chart this land
with compass and line
but is it mine to claim
or yours to take
