Chicago/March

I don't want soft milky makeup covered skin...i want freckles...all over...and wrinkles by my eyes that create waves of light that reflect off the blue and flow into your veins. 

I want cuts, bruises, and blisters along my hands and fingers from digging through boulders.
I want my eyes to water from the wind on a mountainside, not from gaining half a pound...of common sense.
I want to manage to get dirt under my nails from digging for worms every day and then dirt within the crevices of my palms as they twist and mangle their bodies within my hands.

I want harsh indents in my knees from rocks that lay along a riverside where I place my lips just along the surface to taste the life flowing inside.
I want leather skin from the sun and the dust along roads that lead to nowhere but my own home, because anywhere I choose is mine.
I want my feet sculpted to the shape of movements I've created on worn paths that have been traveled on...they would be the only shapes that could carry me through the rest of this life.

I don't want what I had, I want what I need. My body is made of nothing, but flesh and bone and if the flesh is not good enough for your ever so watchful eye...I will take my bones and build temples through this forest so you find yourself exploring and can't help, but marvel on what you didn't see before.  My flesh will stay motionless on the ground, because that's all it's really good for...a blanket that covers when it's cold outside, but when the sun's out it's not needed.

I don't need much and I don't want much, what I do need and want is the grooves in the tip of my fingers to touch every living thing on the planet; my feet to twist in mud made of every ounce of water that reaches soil; my hair to catch every ounce of dust and fragment of mangled grass that the wind has picked up, blown, and specifically placed upon my head. 

I want your eyes to meet mine. Place your hand to my chest and put your ear next to my skin.  Everything you feel and listen to is a song I've created.  It's the beat of every step I've taken and the hush of every breath that has escaped my lungs and rushed into the world around us.  

It's all for you and I want you to dance to this...