They coil and curl
The jet black clouds high above her slender neck
Fingers etched with burrows of folding skin
Flipped feet surprisingly pale
Wet, blanched teeth jump from the rich background
Their smoothness reflecting my admiration
Admiration for a colour so deep my mind is deceived
Her nose prominent on her human face
Unapologetically large lips moist
looking soft to touch
Each lip falling flexibly
coming to lie against the other
Her gaze is too dark to interpret
Too distant to comprehend
But she talks to me and tells me her pain
She describes her joys and lust
Lust for a life where she is truly as free as history claims she is