Hello again
We meet under familiar circumstances
Where the air in my heart is brisk.

You are white and empty
An open road for me to travel
To fill with trees and leaves of gold.

I can be silly,
Laugh as if I were a child
Until I am a child of wonder once again.

I can be a dancer
Moving about with grace
Fall on my *** without a single care.

I can be fake
Play with my words
Until my words make me real once again.

I can tell you my secrets
Like how his smile makes me blush
How it rips the socks from my feet.

I can be barefoot
Laugh as the grass tickles my feet
Nobody will hear me, unless I deem it so.

My body can be naked
My soul can be shaded in black
My heart painted with splashes of silver sunlight.

My soul can be an onion
Peeled layer by layer
As thoughts begin to form like bubbling ripples on the water.

My thoughts are boundless children
Laughing, crying, singing,
Being.

My thoughts are womanly
Sultry, intoxicating, liberating
Painted in red lipstick.

I can admit my fears
That fear can be beautiful
The unexplored path to self-expression.

My tears can be my pool
Where I can swim deeper into myself
Maybe even get lost out at sea.

I can call to the wild
To the untamed native inside me
Longing to be heard.

I can be a fool
A reckless rebel
A wide-eyed kid running free in a candy store.

I can be me
Ticklish, silly, deadly serious
And everything in between.

My mind is forever the soaring acrobat
Flipping, slipping and sliding to my own internal rhythm
Until I am but a song.

I am a canvas
As the paint splashes onto my bare skin
Scribbling phrases from my heart all over my womanly frame.

I fall onto the pristine white page,
My body spreading around the colors of my thoughts
Until the page is saturated with everything I am.




© 2012 Stacey Handler