Woman

  • Flowers

    They feel like my Nan, these flowers. Mauve in colour, roses in almost full bloom. I think she must be here in essence, when I feel such moments. The way people sense the world is vastly different isn’t it? Most… Continue reading

  • I am I

    The swell of a new wave approaches and how beautiful it feels, rising in my chest. I see you, world, and I tell you: I need not change, though I do baffle you so. I need not shift to suit… Continue reading

  • The Eyes Of Others

    She is the golden skin by lamplight. She is not the beauty they see in her face, her eyes, her hair. She is glorious alone. Without the eyes of others. Continue reading

  • My Fire

    Oh, this is the depths of desire! How wild winds do blow within the halls of this longing. Lingering aches clutching at far off stretches of my truth. Built over lifetimes, tasted this day: I see you, raging humanity. How… Continue reading

  • Good Morning

    Good morning, sun. And good morning to the girl who sits quietly and smiles, amused by it all. Continue reading

  • Open Rose

    These hours of twilight. How soft they have been, like rain on a dusty summer road. Here I am. A woman, at last. Home in the truth of this soft heart of mine. A rose of musk in bloom this… Continue reading

  • Wildfire

    I am a wildfire. Where the flames fan wide and the blue ripples split the deep orange stream. I cannot control what is wild and free. I cannot control a wildfire like me. Continue reading

  • Woman

    Wade me in the waters of sensuality, sweet ocean of mine. Show me the girl that I am. Call to me the woman that rises within. Continue reading