Delicate imbalance

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Carrying the nectar
in those beautiful containers
balancing on your
delicate shoulders
needs care, or
you might trip
and reveal your
most delicate secrets
that you have guarded
since time began.

Crossing

Well, I crossed it when I came to it

and now must choose

to wade ahead or plunge deep.

The sun doesn't lift

my spirits:

I left behind everything

and everyone

to be just myself

and feel the world in

the raw.  Now here I am

needing a shelter

lost in the resolve

to be myself.

All of myself

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Such a relief
to own up myself
with all my hopes and hunger
thirst and trepidation.
Thrown away the cloaks
of respectability, shame, guilt.
All by myself I offer
all of myself 
to myself and
to you....

Promises

Promises are inviting
especially coming from the rising Sun;
yet you must watch what you
are getting into.
The freshness of light and
the dancing flow of water
promise to wash away
that past;
you wish to gather the blossoms
and what you get.....
may be the thorns under the grass.

The Wait

Layered life
with its rough texture
bewilders me...
I am all by myself
allowing the soft breeze
to play in the pale light
brushing past mountains
and I simply take in
the moment from
the eternal wait.

Utterly

I feel it in every pore of mine
the utterly feminine urge
to receive
to give birth
to nurture
to carry on
My resolve is both
soft and firm
and I am so happy
and fulsome
in owning all -
my breasts
my loins
my hips
and my thighs.
So happy just
to be utterly
feminine.

Perfection

A pause perfect
with expression
forming on my lips
across the sculpture
that God made
of me and gifted
but life looks ahead
beyond perfection.