The Artist


earth lives in wet caress

like polished drops of orange sun

that slide and mould the contours  of my soul

you are a sculptor

my breasts are clay that cry and move,

your push and pull sucks me into being,

thumbs press and stretch like God and water flows in

open pores like moody tears and music to a pool of stone

a deep note inside a song

the touching is a thrill of song itself

you are a musician

melody comes thick and sweet like sugar in hot tea,

black tea, sprinkled on my body, crisp flakes

contrasting with the felt on which you rest your open palm

full grasp of flesh like biting into something rich and salty

a lick of wicked script

a tongue teaching me

the words, of wild and graceful tune

you are a poet

large earnest loops of love trace letters down and over me

holding me still, bending my will a lyrical freedom

heart beating like bubbles bursting

big thick molasses bubbles, bursting slowly, like punishment

a wash of soft paint,

a brush of colour in my belly

pleasure laquers the canvas with vibrant oils

you are a painter

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Beautiful House, Beautiful Mind

Crisp, clean sheets, alive with wealth and comfort, flap and flicker.
Throughout the ages, my sheets have graced the lines of life, in the green garden of my house in the blossoming flourish of my mind.
My pencil flits across naked pages in the warmth of my sunlit study, in this large clean house in my beautiful open mind.
Dough rises under fresh muslin and the tea is brewing in my scented kitchen, filled with the magic that feeds me.
The pantry holds fort, with its spices and condiments, sparkling jars of jam and honey in my wonderful clean rambling house in my beautiful poignant mind.
My body slides against pure silk of dusky pink, little red robins and butterflies; the claw foot bath is running in my candle lit bathroom, like a bathhouse with its story telling tiles and green falling vines. The baby frogs watch and bath in the condensation on the window.
The aroma of love fills the steamy air, soft dark locks are caught behind my ears in a clasp of perfumed cedar.
This bathroom ,this fresh watering place invigorates and glows in my peaceful, soft lit mind.
The curtains at the windows flutter a welcome to friends and the wide rolling hills I see, are perfect for the golden familiars, human and otherwise.
Together we frolic and gambol amongst the wildflowers growing under our bare feet.
I am connected through the earth of a million years to the source of forever.
The sun is touching me, kissing me and cleansing the corners of my home, my world.
An ode to the sweet, fragrant mind.

Rain Like Love

Rain like

love drop

on my fingertip, on the green

sliding leaf

silver pregnant

rain

drop

on my nose

falling

love

full drops join and frolic

silver lost in swirling brown

eddy’s of emotion, silver to brown and back again

beauty on lashes, before the

eyes

always changing ,moving

water thick with being,

too slippery to hold

like love

the closest I get is to skin

but it is the water the love the rain within

I seek to contain but cannot.

Love Swept The Breeze Away


Fresh and cool it entered

then swayed and left,

or seemed to,

me and you,

the saddest

flowers

in the sun.

But the heat that kissed the space just above my skin

told me the truth

I didn’t know until then.

Time entered and sighed and I listened so hard,

I pressed my ear against the

tight spot  in my heart.

Feathers ruffled, a moment shuffled,

the breeze stung my eyes and made me cry (it didn’t mean to).

Breath filled me and called me and kissed me

on the inside.

Love shifted and swayed and seemed to say,

a word that only

the tight spot,

deep in my heart needed to hear.

one

soft,

perfectly

fragrant

word…..

I Asked My Lover…..

I asked my lover today, do you think older women can be sexy?

Oh yes came his reply they are the sexiest of all

What is it about them that turns your head’ I asked, ‘is it a well kept form?’

That is irrelevant, he said, his gaze, open and sincere

If a woman accepts herself she naturally embodies confidence…a man finds that alluring…..

Her eyes will be full of wisdom and sexuality, energy pours from her like honey….and I am a bear’ he growled!

Her energy will be shining with a promise, a glimpse of something sacred

When a woman accepts he self she has made a partnership with her body she will form her own perfect woman shape….if it is skinny that is great if it is a bigger shape that is wonderful whatever is the truth that is what I find attractive in women.

True acceptance mostly comes with the wisdom of years….

So BREAK IT DOWN

Wisdom (TIME) =acceptance=confidence=beauty (NATURALLY HEALTHY FORM) = extreme sexiness

AGELESSNESS

HE SAID IT AND HE MEANT IT

IT IS TIME FOR US TO BREATHE INTO OUR SEXY SHOES

 THE DEEPER WE BREATHE INTO AN ACCEPTANCE OF WHO WE ARE

THE MORE POWERFUL WE BECOME, THE SHINIER OUR VIBRATION, MEN AND WOMEN OF ALL AGES WILL FIND IT ATTRACTIVE AND INSPIRING

IT IS TIME FOR US TO ACT FROM A PLACE OF WHAT WE WANT NOT WHAT WE THINK OTHERS MAY OR MAY NOT WANT.

WE WANT TO FEEL CONFIDENT AND STRONG, HAPPY AND IN LOVE WITH LIFE

WE WANT TO EMBODY OUR TRUTH AND OUR WISDOM

WE WANT TO SAY

I AM

The Ivory Elephant

If you let someone love you will they wander off?

will they

get lost

or side tracked,

like I did when I was three at the market?

The little ivory elephant was

my desire

then,

the square of soap that smelt of sandalwood.

My loves, my treasure.

If I am someone’s

little ivory elephant

will they leave me?

to fall through the cracks

in the back seat of a purple station wagon

maybe…..

and maybe they will remember me one day,

maybe they will remember me fondly.

 

When I Look….

When I look I AM rich

Breathing out I see gold

With open eyes the space between is magnified

The irony of separateness unfolds

In space I am whole

A liquid world of intelligent light

Alive with action indiscriminate

Only purpose being

The weave like toffee like threads of water

All spices and colours are but a reflection of the truth I see

When I look

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

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