Author Ali Eckermann in an aisle of middens he blocks her advance they laugh as they prepare for war his shiny shell embellished spear in hand watching her body paint in white ochre her breasts her stomach her thighs glisten white on alabaster skin soon to turn red. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments