Forever Young

Forever young - forever fun; forever naive; forever believe

Or...enjoy the growth of crinkles; the grey; the bodies' dismay

What comes after youth?

The teacher off truth -

and then?

Wisdom grows

and then

You just calmly and cooly know.

Feel

I feel myself as if I have been exiled to here from some transient time

This time is covered in gold jewelry and elegant robes; surrounded by jaguars, strolling...friendly

The jaguars stride sings; tells me of all I have become

I just have to watch her stroll

Watch her cat-like reflexes dance and amaze me

I am entranced

Sometimes

Sometimes I can still feel that thickness between us; a tangible fog or mist of love or lust or connectivity or LONGING

It is a solid form of air

A sexual cloud in a heavenly sky of our bodies; skin on skin

My fingers caress this memory

Before things went bad

My fingertips are sad

My memory is a black n white photo of face next to face and an almost last kiss

I'm no longer mad

just missed

See Through

I was once thanked for my transparency.

Because I am alone I let all in...let all see.

Afraid? not me

Grandmother

I taste like my grandmother.

How can I taste in my mouth - like my grandmother?

The one who's still here

Who's coloring; exactly, I have

Who's beauty and talents I possess

Who I'm so not like

Who I'm so just like

I will remember her in my mirror

Think

He shaved me down to nothing

I remembered the magic of makeup

of how a shaved head represents emotional distress

often a punishment for prisoners of so many kinds

I have to change

From beyond the grave

loss of dignity

I don't think so

A Woman's Suffering

There is beauty in the explemplified beyond amplified suffering of the female.

An order of God. A common thread is females'; we are bound with it - because of male.

Tears every other day; blood comes once a month and betrayal remains constant.

We are stronger. Scars on our hearts feel everything so convincingly numbed by the yang. We feel taunt.

Lose ourselves in a wild forest of trees. Returning to Mother earth is our only release for all we shake and flaunt.