Curved

Like a question mark
Under the cotton quilt patters
That block light from touching skin

What color am I?

Light poses interesting questions
in this, an upset, downward
manner

twenty-three and still
no one to help me strengthen
my spin

no one to help point out
what directions resemble

I imagine her face moving in
Directions resembling
the shape and size of the sun

beauty will set
all I can do is watch
as this full dark motion
skinks sleep over
my muddled thoughts
backs me under
crow ruffled
black cotton