Skin.

Her thoughts are uneven
The bones hidden by her chapped lips
are bent out of shape.
She laughs as a wild lion roars.
Proud and true.
The outline of her waist exceeds a limit.
Of what, is the question.

Take in her stench,
feel her wrath,
trudge through her tears,
moan at her curves.
She's so beautiful,
you can barely sense her
skin.