Saturday, 11 June 2016

Women



Women? Well, how do I put this? Women and nature are allies. If you want to understand us, just watch how flowers bloom in spring, how fruit trees bear pears, how winds brush against your sadness, how all of it melts into a deepening well of joy and how colors of the sky wrap your every memory ever. It is a void you must walk into and experience with every nerve ending of your body.

It is to watch a tiger kill, a butterfly wither, a bird sing, a lake freeze. It is to watch the forest come to life in reds and oranges and then to watch it all disappear and die. It is to go into a desert naked with no map. To know wilderness in ecstatic motion. It is to embody the spirit of the wild, to look a lion in the eye, breathe and befriend it. It is to plant a fire in all your senses, burn and surrender to pleasure. It is something you must taste, something you must wrap your tongue around and feed off in order to survive.

It is to nourish yourself, to give your soul the fundamental element it needs in order to exist. It is to accept us as the nectar flowing from the dark and wet birth canal of creation, here to impregnate you with lively passion.

To go into the night barefoot with a tall glass of clouds and write a poem about your love beneath the moon in full orgasm.

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