Elysium

She lifts an arm over

her head and it

brushes the side

of her face

showing

dark hairs

underneath curling

careless

in a bundle.

I watch her laugh

with a man who holds her feet,

his fingers tracing the lines

of her toes. She is beautiful—

sun-drenched sienna

complexion.

Black spirals

traipse

along imperfect skin

past ivory teeth, plunging

into the slopes

of her shoulders.

He devours her.

She drops her face

in the book draped

over her thighs,

he strums the meat

of her calves, both

blissfully unaware

of the mortals

all around them.