Self-Portrait

Antelope eyes
deep and expressive.
Long slender nose
coming almost to a point.
Lips a little too thin to be beautiful.
A face slightly freckled -
resembling the moon at its fullest.

A body as round
and soft as a cloud
a fluffy white cloud
billowing
above the trees and water
that are so much a part of me.

I am Comfort!

Bring your tired body to my bed
and if I look favorably upon you
I will caress you lovingly
massaging your cares away.

Enter me
and if you dare let yourself go...
you will lose yourself
in ecstasy sublime
emerging Whole once again.

Artiste

A maternal heart
worshipping children.
A poetic mind
worshipping pain.
A sensual body
worshipping man.
A striving soul
worshipping God.
Sensitive
intense
often misunderstood.
Writing is her only release.

The Dusty Rose

She lived in a world of broken promises,
no one to call her own.
She craved the love that others took for granted,
but she had never known.

A tender smile, a gentle touch,
she watched as others received.
But not for her these loving things,
"I'm not worthy," she believed.

People were not to be trusted
she soon made up her mind.
She would avoid them at all costs
and turn to food of any kind.

Avoid the pain of being rejected,
avoid the heartaches and tears.
And through this decision made in youth,
she wasted thirty years.

Then her body revolted
causing her much pain;
forcing her to take the risks
needed to make a change.