Radiance // Cierra Fogle

Radiance 
Cierra Fogle

My body is not just a body in your eyes.
It is a temple,
a place of sacred warmth
large and bright
within the dips of my every dimple.
To you, my body is a temple.

My words are not just words to your ears.
They are tranquil winds through the dead autumn leaves.
They are gentle,
dark and smooth,
just like your black beans and lentils.
To you, my words are gentle.

To me, I am just existing.
Nothing new, nothing radiant;
looking at myself, I am just another rocky gradient,
unsatisfied with the world, impatient.
To me, I'm nothing radiant.

Cierra Fogle, Skin of Gold