After having battered the cushion to death
and cried over lost loves,
lost lives and lost respect…
After having danced and shaken
and thrashed old ghosts
out of her own thighs…
After having fantasized
about surrendering her body and soul
to a lost lover
to mark a new beginning
of her female identity…
The rain fell first in a tingling whisper
then in a demanding cry
“Come! and feel!”
and she did.
Behind the veils of dusty appearances
the soul is quietly
for liberation from the iron shackles
of life’s manipulations.
Still she remains unchanged
lightly blushed from life’s inherent beauties,
fragrant like a rose after the rain.
Today, now – I feel as if the entire bloody mankind might be part of me. Full of smoke, of lust, of drunkenness, intoxicated by wine and painting – all the wickedness, the chasms full of happiness, yearning and sensuality … oh could I always paint, paint – I would be in heaven!