Silenced, the stillness in your smile pins me in place Heavy words make way for heavy eyes and the Limits of this dance expand in the quiet space we’ve carved My mouth is empty of words My mind is empty of thoughts Excepting you, accepting me Tethered to you In word, in deed, indeed You’re…
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown. WB Yeats
I am the storm.
This is an anonymous guest post by the same stunning woman, Eve, whose breasts we saw for Boobday and whose slice stunned us for Sinful Sunday. The words and self portrait are her own. I think they combine beautifully and make for a gorgeous meditation on self love, self care and body acceptance.
“At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.” ― Anaïs Nin, from A Spy in the House of Love