Recogntiion

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