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October 4, 2015
look into my eyes
you will see yourself
the one who is long forgotten
other parts of you obscured by life’s trials
you are a woman whole
sumptuous, curvaceous, gorgeous, desirable, beautiful
heart, body, spirit, mind and soul
and you wi...
Before life drawing class
she said to me
be careful with that really tall guy
[one of your erstwhile men]
watch what you say
as I lay naked
on the dais
whilst many drew my contours
I felt repulsed by his energy
what would ever possess you
September 8, 2015
What is lipstick but a veneer
Masking the essence
Of true self...
Random specks within this vastness. We are.
Bound by a commonality rare amongst the hoards
significant and endearing - meaningful and promising.
Sharing an oasis of mutuality in the midst of solitary experience.
To be nurtured, to be protected, to be harvested.
We must not...
August 26, 2015
Very, very rough draft.... notations really...
Approximate time: 2am. The year: 1962/3
There is a childhood memory of lying upstairs in bed. I am around 5-6 years old.
My bedroom is on the top floor above my parents’ children’s clothing shop in St. K...
August 21, 2015
My ocean swells at your touch
my tide flows blissfully
toward my enchanted wetlands
seeping through brush
trickling down crevices
pooling and accumulating
languidly filling to its tidal limit
fulfilled and sated
at the precipice of my environs
August 16, 2015
(c) Ajanta Judd Photo
There is a bushfire in my heart.
A sudden eruption. Spewing forth heat.
It is a force to be reckoned with. A raging, burning inferno.
A smoke driven whirlwind on a sudden rampage.
Billowing pyrocumulus of black, orange and deep crimson obscure my vis...
I was born searching for my star and was offered this galaxy.
It was almost too much to cope with at times.
And me, just the tiniest speck amid this vast gathering.
Way too minute to register on the universal radar.
Insignificant. But, breathing all the same.
My steady lup...
Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus (c. 1486)
If, in love’s bitter afterglow you were to spread a sea of jewels at my feet
and once more spray me with emphatic words of love and devotion
Will I succumb to your wanton ways?
Those doe innocent eyes appealing, that elusi...
As the waning twilight embraces the night
ushering in the reluctant stillness of sleep
the solitude of deep midnight mind approaches
where the meandering of dead night dreams
toy with the flickering ticker tape of a monkey mind
and a twitching body mimicks an unconsci...
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