My heart is full of blood that flows
And streams with sunset-reddened light.
My skin is full of sun; it glows
With life and energy. At night,
My nails have crescents on their tips,
Pale moon-shapes, white as snow. My hair
Is clouds, fine mist is on my lips,
My throat and lungs are full of air,
The rain is in my mouth, the flash
Of lightning in my mind, the crash
Of thunder in my voice as I
Let out a shout. My skin turns blue,
As hazy summer stormclouds do,
When I get bruised. And, last, the sky,
With all its stars, is in my eye.

I'm full of salty seas that make
Their roaring voices meet my own.
My stomach holds a swampy lake
Inside its cave. The rivers loan
My veins their flow. My forearm yields
To close inspection tiny fields
Of hairs. My flesh is clay and sand.
I'm mountains, boulders, trees that stand
As I do, rooted in the soil.
My teeth and bones are made of stones.
My body holds the many tones
Of copper, iron, crystal, oil,
Coal, gold, and lead. As you can see,
There's not a single part of me
That isn't earth or sky or sea.

-- Cat