Chiseled

Living in the body
chiseled
I have come to
cherish every pore
every muscle
everything held
so taut
that I have left
nothing for my head to do.
Thoughts disappear
as cells celebrate
the throbbing of life
every moment.

Pristine

I feel
nothing
should come between
me and pure joy;
my fullness has
this pristine quality
that I am the original
Eve when
there was no original
sin.