winter ellipses shimmering essence like butterfly wings– caressing opening softly 1000 roses petals breaking through– defenses illuminated darkness with nocturnal eyes treading softly in– surrender
Qasida of the Woman Prone by Federico Garcia Lorca To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without reeds, pure form, closed to the future, confine of silver. To see you naked is to understand the desire of rain that looks for the delicate waist, or…
Dear Bluebeard, It seems you decided somewhere along the line that I am the perfect girl to fit into that little space in your pocket in your life– –that little compartment in your dreams, or your fantasies where things are tidy and YOU get your needs met. (Do you see ME?) To my brothers: I…
even in the winter we need to water our flower let us keep those sacred petals soft, supple and fragrant let us give our beautiful yonis our tender, loving care