Grga Pitic: "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Nambawan!

These hips move like glaciers:
Not fitting into small places,
slowly, ever so slowly, making their way
over an unmapped landscape.
Mountains and valleys that fold
into a life and warmth
only found in this place.
The skin is stretched and marked//
Yet still tough and [fortified].
Never stifled.
I am like the Eskimo,
knowing this Pole of Inaccessibility.
These thunder thighs carry me
over yonder to new things.
The flower of life is nestled deep beneath
layers
of organs,
waiting.
Swells
that radiate femininity,
lips that command attention,
eyes that draw in.
I remain safe,
comfortable,
content in this body;
this lovely landscape.
Can you brave these mountain ^^^ passes;
the rough oceans;
the deep meanings
of the feminine figure?
Young Man, Oh! give me a reason
to believe in the good news-
a sign,
an Ichthys in the sand.
Must we shine brighter?
Must we really
be brighter than the night?
That small source of light that guides me to what I need,
but goes out when the real light shows its happy face.
“I want none of it,”
I say to the sun,
“Give me the moon’s light,
because then I cannot see the flaws.”
But perhaps, Young Man, I can stand your fault lines
and deep sea canyons.
Come now,
show me the good news.

  Lovely Landscape Apr 4, 2014 10:37 AM