Her Body Poem by Mohammad Yousef

In the quiet of dawn,
she rises,
the light dances across her skin,
a canvas of stories told
in the soft dim glow of morning.

Her arms,
long and graceful,
like branches reaching for the sun,
each curve a testament
to the strength of her embrace,
the way they cradle dreams
and chase shadows away.

Her hands,
delicate yet powerful,
fingers like whispers,
crafting beauty from the air,
every line etched with purpose,
every nail a tiny moon,
polished and glowing
with the essence of her spirit.

Her shoulders,
broad yet tender,
carry the weight of the world,
the gentle slope where burdens rest,
a refuge for the weary,
where laughter lingers
and secrets find solace.

Her back,
a gentle arch,
the spine a river of resilience,
each vertebra a milestone
in the journey of becoming,
a landscape of strength
woven with the threads of vulnerability.

Her belly,
a soft expanse,
a reminder of the life she nurtures,
the swell of creation,
the laughter of children echoing
in the gentle rise and fall,
a sacred space,
a testament to the beauty of existence.

Her thighs,
strong like ancient trees,
rooted in the earth,
the power to move mountains,
to run towards the horizon,
to dance in the rain,
each step a declaration of freedom,
each stride a song of defiance.

Her legs,
tapering down to grace,
the rhythm of her walk
a melody that lingers,
a story told in the sway
of her hips,
the pulse of her journey,
the heartbeat of her essence.

Her face,
a map of laughter and tears,
eyes like galaxies,
vast, deep, and alive,
holding the wisdom of ages,
the brightness of stars,
a reflection of the universe
and all its wonders.

Her lips,
full and inviting,
the curve of a smile,
a promise of warmth,
the taste of sweet secrets,
a whisper in the dark,
the poetry of her heart.

Her hair,
a cascade of silk,
a waterfall of dreams,
each strand a story,
the color of the night sky,
the sun-kissed morning,
flowing like a river,
carrying her essence,
her wildness,
her freedom.

This is her body,
a symphony of strength and grace,
an intricate dance of light and shadow,
a vessel of spirit
and flesh,
woven together,
a living poem,
inviting the world
to witness her truth,
to celebrate her existence,
to honor the beauty
that is wholly hers.