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earth tones, birthstones, and erogenous zones




I wonder why men are ashamed/afraid to be with me, I am not ashamed nor afraid to be with myself.

so much to say
without the right
way to say it

sun + moon

standing,
under those trees
on that breath-taking
mountain
in some fuckin
beautiful dress
dancing

with passion
(and) flowers
glowing through
my skin
flowing with
my hair

I’m laughing
spilling, moonbeams
sipping, sunshine

love, in a sun stained orange sky

I saw the bevy
of beauty
I felt the warmth
of its and their love
that comprised of
the energy

homies, lovers,
friends, & family

the they,
that make me

I saw you there
by my side

it must’ve
I must’ve
been
in a dream


or a flashback?

but then I realized
that my mind
now awake
saw you

the sunset/moonrise
swirls of pink
matter, combined
making a mess
of things
of feelings

inside

damn, that’s
just…
my mind,
again

these dreams
that maybe aren’t
even really

dreams

and in them, in me

there’s you,

and you + I

orange moon + sky

it feels so
(sun)real

thejennsmith:

And another new print in the shop! http://etsy.me/17gVTpx
I really like this one.
Whew OK I need to get out of the studio for a while. I’m going on a walk.
tasha-mahina:

Purest of perfection

For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.

La Perla