In Fullness.....7

Model: Scarlett Morgan

Even when the world
loved me
and rejoiced in 
all of it
I didn't realise
that both of us
were celebrating
the fullness 
of life.
To be full of beauty
is to appreciate 
it in another
and to appreciate
the beauty
of the world
is to be full of it
in oneself.
My soul 
breathes through
my flesh
all of it
and all the time
all the beauty
that is there
in this world 
and beyond.
If only you could
see 
it....

Taking pause...

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Sands of time
slide down
to meet the
still waters
and rest awhile.
I pause in the flow
of life
not wanting to be
out of it.
I can see the drift
that leaves its mark
on the dried bark
of the twigs that broke
down.
Beauty can lie still
allowing breeze
to write its story
of nothingness
everywhere
on the watery surface 
of untraced treasures.

Across..1

Model: Stasia Shpits, Photographer:Gonzalo Villar

To get into the thick
of things
known and unknown
I don't want to 
carry
any baggage
of things 
that have grown
their weight
simply by adding
regret and grief
to the bygone.
I want to strip 
off all pretensions
and perfumery
and just stand
naked 
as I learn to 
accept myself
and its risks. 

Smoothly...

Aleksandr Fess, model: Stasia Shpits

Smooth is the light
and smooth is the touch
of the pearls 
that I hold in 
the necklace
that sits smoothly
on my nape
as I circle 
my breasts
smoothly
with my hand
and the curves of my
body
smoothly drape
the sensations
that drop from my mind
into my space.

On my own..7

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Water collects
in a pond
under the shade of
trees
that thrive under
the blue sky
dotted by clouds
that bask in the sun
and float from here
to there.
I stand wondering
if I need to step
into the water:
will it be muddy
cold
warm
clean
and run deep?
I am on my own
and I have all these
for company:
the mud, the frogs
the sky, the clouds.
I am on my own
and they are of my own.

On my own.....4

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After years of grey harshness

brushing against screeching

roughness

I came upon this

deep softness within

unexpectedly.

There everything

spoke softly

caressing my wounds

blowing softly

not making them scream.

All my voices gathered

around me whispering

love kindly

grace forgivingly

beauty adoringly

and then desire

dropped in to 

serve a feast of

dreams on platter

of fantasies.

And here I am

moving to the 

next place of joy.

Not knowing yet..

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(This is a marvelous work of nude photography, for its use of light and shade as well as the composition, besides the model's pose)

Is it my feet 
that have stood me
by or 
my guts that held
taut
even when the turbulent
tides and the hungry wolves
conspired to pounce
on an unsuspecting maid
who was just stepping into
fullness of life?
Not knowing yet
I let the light come in
and before I bathe in it
let me just celebrate 
the darkness that brought 
me stark in front of me.

Passions...8

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It's time
for me to
affirm myself
in my body
I love it
I love its texture
and feel
and shape
I love when it starts 
singing
the songs of union
I love it when it
springs into action
to call out
for a mate who will
come and quench
my thirst.
I love it when it pulsates
and when it gyrates
to the eternal rhythm
of the cosmos.

Mysteriously.....4

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I surprise myself
as I am pulled 
irresistibly 
by the darkness
in which shines
only my reflection
in the still waters
that run deep
through mud
and rocks
into unknown crevices.
I never could
fathom my own
depths
that housed
fears, passions
and my little secrets.
A strange love
for the dark side
now rises in
my throbbing heart.
And I keep quiet.

Mysteriously....3

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It's the rule
in the wilderness
to let deadwood
lie,
and it's enchanting
when it merges
with the soil
and the rocks
and yet retains its
distinct identity.
Who can know
what entwines the roots
of this massive tree
underground
that teems with
insects surviving 
on air and water and earth
but need no light.
And it is the same 
inside me.
Wondrous!

Passions...2

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In the dark forest of desires
I put my foot
gingerly
but knowing well
I wanted to be
here.
To me it is no sin
to be asking
for fulfilment
of carnality.
If my flesh is
on fire
I want to be
consumed by it
not wanting
wanton destruction
around me.
May the forest flourish
in its dark glory.

Simply to....

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Under the clear blue sky
waves work up the silly foam
of nothingness,
to the merriment of the 
ragged black rock.
The ocean roars from
time to time
from time immemorial
to call attention to
its vastness.
My gaze is fixed 
on the vanishing
beauty of the designs
left behind by the foam.
I am stripped of
all garment
and open to the elements.
The elemental fury within
is simply waiting to merge
in the flux of the deep 
vacillations of the ocean.

Caught...

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Silken is smooth sand 
so is my tender skin
Soft is the light of the dawn i
so is the murmur in my heart.
Waves grow in their roar
so does the turmoil in me
I can feel it, the beauty of being
and the pain of carrying it
and the softness of curves
and the yearning of the flesh
I am caught in covering it up
and yet looking on with hope.

Stark ....4

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Landscape arid
light fading
lay of the land uneven
paths strewn with thorns
only heartbeats for company
flesh tightened by fear
and moistened by sweat
I trust only my body
- stark and naked
- soft and sensuous
- full of promise
and desires.

Invisible...

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How I wish I could
become invisible
for a time!
Avoid I want to
those bestial gazes
upon my anatomy
God-given
stripping me of my
personhood
reducing me to
the female body;
much as I love
my body
I wish
to hide it for a time
from this world.

It's unreal

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It's unreal
it's a dream or a fantasy
to be all by yourself
in all the glory
of nature within
and without
with flowers in bloom
inside and out
trees soaring to the skies
and roots going to the core
and I am too
waiting
to bloom
and soar
and dive
all at the same time...
It's so real to be feeling
the breeze on your naked limbs
it's so unreal and a dream....

It is really about

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Come to think of it
I pose a threat
to all those who 
get scared by
their sexuality;
there it is
standing naked in 
front of you
your sexuality
your desires
passions and fantasy
and you have turned
your gaze away
thinking if you 
don't see it
it is going to
vanish -
utterly foolish -
I know and you know
you can strip 
a woman naked 
just with your eyes!
And now when I stand here
you are trying to run me 
down!  Ha!
It's about who you are
really it is about your
impotence to own up
yourself!

In fullness...

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In fullness of time
the ripeness of fruit;
in fitness of things
the softness of feel.
In tautness of flesh
the wellness of limbs and
in freshness of looks
the lightness of life.