In the cradle of her arms…
There is never a hastened hush.
It is a haven of opulence.
And, I am…it’s welcomed visitor.
Though my time there is often visceral.
I go there to expose my painful history.
If I could choose where to fade away…
I would be where the taste meets on her lips.
Placed ever so gingerly at the curvature of her hips.
I am resigned…during daunting times…
To seek out what my love…so freely gives.
A manger of daydreaming luxury.
In which to lay my weary head.
Nothing spoken of conditions.
Nothing needed to be said.
A Distant Resistance
Are not they all,
out-cast by their own demons?
Some curious curios paying from a penal’s penance.
Admittedly, a life’s work destined for resistance.
Is but a man’s world.
With a woman’s embrace.
An androgens fare?
Or, deliberate dexterity for those imprisoned there?
Our history is yet to be complete…as many, grasp for women before.
Subversiveness not a weakness, something more.
Georgia O’Keeffe posed nude for her lover, the modernist photographer and art impressario Alfred Stieglitz, and painted abstractions that have an explicitly vaginal beauty.
When Artemisia Gentileschi was a teenager, this 17th-century baroque artist was raped by a painter. She responded by turning her art into a weapon.
Now I am a Tower of Darkness
As a child I knew
How, beyond the lamp’s circuit,
Lay the shadow of the shadow
Of this darkness,
Waiting with an arctic kiss
In the well of the staircase,
Ready to drape the bed with visions
No eyelids can vanquish.
Now I am a tower of darkness,
Whose windows, opening inward,
Stare down upon tidal thoughts.
And in this responsive bell,
Hollowed by the silence of the eyes,
The mind swings its clapper.
And life resolves into relationships
Of cadence and dissonance.
So hard to shed the ideals…placed on us about beauty. What it is? How it makes us? Where we can take it? Why it is what it is?
Seems the most obvious parallel is…beauty is internal, fear external…and somewhere in between the two shall meet. Inner beauty is that moment when we realize…we cannot have one without the other!
“Someone else’s vision will never be as good as your own vision of your self. Live and die with it ’cause in the end it’s all you have. Lose it and you lose yourself and everything else. I should have listened to myself.”
― Georgia O’Keeffe
Thou I may never touch you
Be within you
The intrigue does not rest.
All I have is my distant best.
Lurking around every corner
the beat of a lonely heart
the night’s sweat
the missing pieces of puzzle
A chance to catch my breath.
The distance between you and me
The distance between me and you
Beyond the pages of the lust I once knew.
In my mind’s eye
a sweet spot
a raised hair upon your neck
How far we will look for a reassurance of ourselves
How far will I look for a reassurance of me.
This Post is Dedicated to the Captain and Tennille…the only couple that made me think straight!