all the women.
in me.
are tired.
Nayyirah Waheed, nejma
Truth
nature
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hard orange balls sprouting delicate white and pink blossom
small delights for my inner child to gasp and giggle at walking past
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no filter required
ruby red popping delights
savouring the feast while I can
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me back from a seaswim
basking in the afterglow, golden
crisp curling collecting joy
when you have to ask the questions that are difficult but are you {BEING} open and transparent,
those questions that provoke and are testing you, to establish if you really want to have a conversation or if you just want to use and abuse me on your own terms, for your own agenda and gain.
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on the turn, mixed pickings,
still some sweet juice to be had,
to stain fingers and tongues
when can i return to my happy place?
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i know in my body
when i’ve reached the point of ease, of relaxation, of joy
my eyes rise skywards, and i take in the clouds,
the breathing is deeper
the moving is slower
the feeling is bright
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a burst of autumnal rusts and reds
a westerly-north wind, evening coming on
a warm meal in my belly
be in the moment, absorb it.
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