by Kim Steele
Those strands of hair is the water
Those eyes are the Lord
Those nostrils are the tunnels
Those lips are the gates
The world will enter and progress through her
The breasts are mountains
The stomach is the earth
The thighs are the doorways
The vagina is the garden
The world will enter and progress through her
These legs are the providers
These shoes are the hands
These feet are the carriers
These toes are the people
The world will enter and progress through her