I love blues and greens
and the nudes in between.
The blue sky and the green hills
make everything in between neutral.
My eyes are too satisfied to notice
all the colourful butterflies.
Maybe I am just as simple minded
as the heaven and earth on grand display.
she is
as slim as a cigarette
as slender as a cane
only he
sees her through the smoke
knows her aiding quality
while others
are addicted to her
desire her punishment
the modern labelled beauty
is far fetched from
the ancient admiration
visitation of historically
breathtaking iconic beauty
Aphrodite of Knidos
brings comfort to
my inadequate sense
of self image
I confess
I was sucked into
the velocity of
barbie fashion
while completely neglected
the natural God given
sense of appreciation
here
let’s cheer again
for her multifaceted
beauty
Praxiteles – statue of Aphrodite Knidos
We are like raisins
Weather worn appearances
Sweethearts through and through
( photo from iStock )
Cinnamon kisses are sweet at dawn
after an exotic night play
The remnant of the tangled souls
swirls like earthy warm smoke
infuses the haze cool morning
He is
warm like the winter sun
displays affection in abundance
He is
grounded like the strong roots
carries the life source
He is
transparent with his feelings
exhibits vulnerability
He is
gifted with a wicked sense of humour
shines through a beautiful mind
He is
self aware in quiet confidence
respects others with upmost integrity
He is
undeniably
perfect!
calabash
your pale beauty
hidden in a luscious emerald screen
your smooth ivory skin reflected off
the cobra blue moonlight
I run my warm fingers on your valley curves
along your spine as celo playing hauntingly
monsoon rain moistens my tongue
feeding the starvation in me
my hunger eyes and barren lips
no longer self contained
charging unshackled to shake you
off the cord
artistic flair
feature displays
current trends
seasonal colour spectrums
stylish mix and match
full of possibilities through
the polished glass
to fit her different personas
while she walks the downtown streets
heads turning for her splendid innermost beauty shining through
the natural coloured classic-cut
other styles are just distractions
to the pedestrians who are
so eagerly lost in the crowd
grinding my lips onto yours
with ocean scented mist
your shallow breaths are laden
urging the waves to come
tide hunger for the shore
I am fascinated by the music box mechanism
behind the graceful spinning ballerina
is the precision joining forces of fragments
set of pins on a revolving cylinder
plucking the steel comb lamellae
I imagine
the care and maintenance of such
an original piece
requires the patience and skills of
an artisan watchmaker
I am in awe of
the complex and detailed effort
to make real of
a simple gasp of amazement
I come to the realisation
whenever a praise of beauty is heard
a life long devotion is behind it all
