Sweet Water,
Sweetening me,
Softening Me,
Making me Leak,
Tears, Cum, Pain,
The Blue, and Green,
Turquoise, the lush Green Palms,
The Green that keeps bringing Light to my face,
I’m smiling often,
There is light in my Eyes,
I’m crying, cleansing, crying,
grieving,
There is Light in my Eyes,
The Flowers keep feeding Me,
Keep feeding my this Ripe wholeness,
This beauty, this overwhelming sense of gratitude,
This Beauty,
The way the Sun beats its Colour in me,
Heating me into its shades:
Brown, Golden, Coconuts,
Granola, I’m sweet,
there are Dates that grow here,
Sweet,
there is such sweetness in these Days,
I am Crying,
Two things coinciding, running besides each other,
I am Awake,
the flowers in their colours,
Pink,
drawn like Childrens-Drawings,
printed and copied in Multiples,
In their different Shapes, shades of Orange
That keeps awakening me out of this Hurt,
These yellow kissed flowers which bloom out their wombs,
Their Beauty,
Screaming out of them,
Tongues, Vulvas, pink, so Pink,
Yet so Demure,
Coquettish, Flirting,
I Smile because of them.
I am Crying.