A piece of Morning dove in
to splash my chest with fresh sea salt.
I ran my naked fingers over her
swollen with rainwater
for she was cloaked
in wispy cotton
and flecks of broken sun.
My head was plain
but its flame has been rekindled.
For she will forever
wriggle playfully between the dips in my knees
spreading sunshine over
my brown bones
“A Piece of Morning dove in” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce