Whit Leyenberger

Dallas, Texas
Whit Leyenberger
Dallas, Texas

Latin American

Her fingertips felt like topographical maps of the Andes
pulling slowly through hair suspended in water.
My roots were in Peru and my soul was in my skin.
I needed to know how she breathed among the clouds.
Her upside down eyes as quiet as the scissors of Machu Picchu.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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