Golden Curse

I knew I was blessed,

Before I was cursed.

Just like fairy dust,

They shot our splinters

And ground our dust into gold.

Now heaven no longer needs us,

Because she already has our souls.

Splinters and arrows

Form into rust.

Splinters and arrows

Turn into dust

Treasured, just like Gold

'A merging of Male and Female'

''There has always been sexual suggestiveness in my work. Sometimes I am totally concerned with female shapes - clusters of breasts like clouds - but often I merge the imagery - phallic breasts, male and female, active and passive. This marble sculpture - my Femme Cocteau - embodies the polarity of woman, the destructive and the seductive. Why do women become hatchet women? They were not born that way. They were made that way out of fear. In the Femme Cocteau, the woman turns into a blade, she is defensive. She identifies with the penis to defend herself. A girl can be terrified of the world. She feels vulnerable because she can be wounded by the penis. So she tries to take on the weapon of the aggressor. There is a problem stemming from childhood and from lack of sensible, sympathetic education. When I was young, sex was talked of as a dangerous thing; sexuality was forbidden. It is important to show girls that it is natural to be sexual and that men also can feel helpless and vulnerable. When I was at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris, we had a nude male model. One day he looked around and saw a woman student and suddenly he had an erection. I was shocked - then I thought, what a fantastic thing, to reveal your vulnerability, to be so publicly exposed. We are all vulnerable in some way, and we are all male-female.''

- Louise Bourgeois

Venus

''What you call cruelty,'' the Goddess of love retorted,'' is the very substance of sensual and natural love. It is woman's true nature to give herself wherever she loves and to love whatever pleases her.''

Memories are warm, like milk.

I coughed and I sank in the silk; bliss.

Sweet remnants of a kiss.

The hush of a heartbeat, the hush of a scent comes crawling back,

in the ribbons of a flower whilst I writhe;

loins burning, lions rearing.

A protective sex is emerging, lying in the fragments of sand.

Glittering microbes,

give me your hand.

Love, a temptation?

We no longer let ourselves be loved.

Because when we love and when we're loved, we're dangerous – we come alive – love makes us come alive and it makes us true, true to our own hearts and to others, love makes us calm and truthful, and the society in which we live is afraid of that, because it's a damage to the system.

Love reeks havoc on capitalism, so the system drowns it out of us, it sucks the life from us and leaves us lifeless and loveless..afraid of touch and truth for fear of offending anyone.

Lambs little ears are perched, 

undoing silent buttons in the background.

I feel no hurts, I make no sound.

The body I am in is mine.

Beg to take rest in a bed full of riddles and charms.

How could we ever unravel a riddle, without first ever knowing our hearts.

''...but if one of you so much as dares to kiss my crimson lips..

Life is Sex

''I must learn to choose who I should open my heart to.''

Sex is an expression of how we're feeling, through sex our emotions are expressed, and they can either be loving or violent, aggressive or tender, confused or conscious.
Through sex we express our soul and if our soul is nourished and aware, we are then free to choose who we open our hearts to with sensual awareness and care.

''Life is sex.''

If the jagged edges fit,
curl amongst my clit,
I'll always remember it.
A finger slips
through time.
Divine.
Bliss.
Take your time.
A deer I did follow,
and through sands,
I melted.
Your hands became mine.
Floating through time.
Floating through time.
Through sex,
I came alive.

Life is sexuality. You're sexuality is life.
Your life.
''Life is sex.''

Porcelain Petal

She shivered a castaways dream

Life remained unseen

Until a familiar touch

A familiar sting

Opened her gateway to being.

In the centre of my crown

I inject

I glisten in robes

And welcome, the noble warrior from home.

As gentle as my innards

And as subtle as my screams

This man in me did enter

The pathway to my dreams.

''Such a beautiful rose

Such a beautiful feather''

Father subsided and drowned

And in my heart I found

The child I had shut out

And the woman who I'd drowned.

Bathed in blossomed buckets

I gently raised her head

From the blood stained tepid water.

Rose petals scattered her cheeks.

Falling from the sky;

Rosy tears

Moistened blackened eyes.

She came alive

She came alive in my arms

And as she knelt forwards

She melted her lips to my feet

And on soggy soddened ground

We merged.

Her head rose up as she stiffened,

Conjoining 

We twirled into one,

I accepted my darkness

I accepted 

Aloud and in song

We merged into one

We merged into one

Lion

Wings of a golden heart

Replaced by a silver tongue

Leopard races through time

Lion dutifully waits

She waits for the right one

Her protector is her prey

She never followed his way

But instead she waited

She waited for her heart to be captured

For her love to be devoured.

A calling from her master

Awakened her natural senses

And she followed his scent to the heavens

She followed his scent to touch

And without ever knowing too much

She breathed in his breath

Inwardly

Fragments falling within each beat

Of her bleeding heart

Inconsistent and itchy

Itching from her own unintentional spell

Uncovering a radar so deep

That no man ever found the words to tell

That his hunter was his protector 

and his protector was his prey.

Lion leaves no image 

Only a tongue

Of ribboned scars

Falling flat and juicy

Her eyes rest in the stars