my body is a quiet place
it's about flowers stones a silent theatre
green threads of the blue sky
wet body of motifs and beautiful soft wildflowers
the mind wanders for a soulful soul
a shade of velvet love- making,
golden embers, a glint of partial sunlight
my limbs are imagery, as if
my hands my poetry
this womb, a season of creation,
like sea, quickly as breath.
Stars of piquant desires.