there is a place,a sanctuary,somewhere inside,where I can restwithout clothes,without mascara,without painted lipssinging staccato songs,and waxed skin glowingin its unnatural perfection,where I am therefor my eyes only,without mindless wanderings,without seductive snares,without violating what I love most,without settling for anything lessthan 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 desireand not twitch a muscle or breath,where I can hold and burn in the fireof my own wildness and maverick selfunleashed without walls and checks,where I can claim my gifts, my humanness,and a lifetime of storieswaiting to be heard and releasedinto the orgasmic mysteryof all that is and isn't me,for my eyes only.come with me.......as I take you there....

and the earth said to man,
'come, dig into me,
let me feel myself
through your hands,
as you take
the fire,
the water,
the rocks,
the diamonds,
for they are yours,
not mine,
and while you dig,
I'll listen
and feel your breath
merge with mine,
let your heart sing
to the heavens
as I turn and dance
with you,
to a beat
that you and I
can hear,
but never call
our own.'