My skin is golden
And my eyes are green.
My dark hair curls at the sides
while my brow scrunches up
In the light.
I was born with my sun in libra,
Opal dripping from my lips.
Gold hangs from my wrist,
Pinched at both the sides.
My skin is scarred and
My lungs compressed.
But my cheeks are high,
My nose curved round.
I run with wolves
and swim in stars
And float in purple skies.
Consumed in melodies
And hypnotised by colour
I fly and fly and fly.