Here are the haiku I came up with to go with the pictures I posted yesterday. From top to bottom (always good, hehehe):
eye to peckered hole
what lies beneath the tough skin
hint of dark bud there
moist as my cool skin
fleshy cream crenulations
gather on the wood
at base of the woody shaft
this tree spirit rests
waits for sap to rise again
hope springs eternal
That was kind of cool. Reminded me of last year when I wrote a poem a day and posted them here.
Today I read something that warmed my socked-in-by-snow-and-below-zero-temps soul. Gina Marie, who always has the most luscious photos at her Aphrodite's Table blog, had said that I inspire her. This is apparently the result. ha! I just typed reslut by mistake.
I just stumbled upon this fascinating online magazine today. Sex + Design. According to their "About" page,
To us, the word “Sex” represents the debaucherous, messy, fun and impulsive side of life while “Design” stands for purpose, articulation, sophistication and beauty.
Awhile back, Jo sent a link to this Tumblr blog: Voluptua. I visit it every now and then. It's really quite exquisite.
Voluptuous woman, reclaiming the beauty in curves and softness. Many of the images here will feature nudity. Just so you know...
Something is happening right now. In my life. I feel like I'm traveling a road and there's all these road signs pointing the way I need to go. Things that I'd put off doing, and thought were lost causes, have come back around, and I'm excited. New opportunites.
I've found I can sink to the bottom, but will always float back to the surface, able to breathe. I can be tired, knowing I'll be able to rest. I will cry, but the tears will dry, and salt is good.