inner spaces: Cling Wrap

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Cling Wrap

where is the real 'me'?
are you here?
for me to see?
lifetimes of falsehood
cling to a soul,
unrelenting,
unnerving,
layers to peel off,
oh! how many more?
to reveal, to nourish,
the wonder within -
shrouded for eons,
under sheer skins;
yearning for freedom
from an unnatural form,
when the cling wrap is pulled off,
it reveals the song.

1 comment:

Hema BharadwajAugust 22, 2013 at 4:48 PM
Love this one :-)
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for my eyes only

there is a place,
a sanctuary,
somewhere inside,
where I can rest
without clothes,
without mascara,
without painted lips
singing staccato songs,
and waxed skin glowing
in its unnatural perfection,
where I am there
for my eyes only,
without mindless wanderings,
without seductive snares,
without violating what I love most,
without settling for anything less
than who I am and want to be,
where I can speak with my own voice,
not waiting to be received or extolled,
where I can stand
in front of my heart's desire
and not twitch a muscle or breath,
where I can hold and burn in the fire
of my own wildness and maverick self
unleashed without walls and checks,
where I can claim my gifts,
my humanness,
and a lifetime of stories
waiting to be heard and released
into the orgasmic mystery
of all that is and isn't me,
for my eyes only.

come with me....
...as I take you there....