Her body is like a form,

I try to make It into a shape but

Each part begs for attention.

Her throat looks like it was clamped under her throat like a choker,

Her clavicles look like they hang on her shoulders,

Like on displays at museums

The slopes and swell of her breasts bear a resemblance

To the curve of Ladi Kwali clay pots

Grasshoppers’ hind legs stand out

Like her legs go unnoticeable

Her arms and fingers like pencil strokes

Her pelvis like warriors body armour