I want to cherish myself.
To love each inch of this precious pulsing body.
To feel the blood running rich and ripe through me like tiny rivers of magic.
To revel in each movement it can make,
To feel the delight of my limbs
As they reach and stretch and jump.
I want to be the dance in my hair
When the wind lifts it,
I want to kiss the earth, the grass, the sand
When my feet meet the ground
I want to make love to the air
As it caresses my skin.
I want to let it be heavy and soft in sleep,
And wild and fiery in love
I want to let it skip and jump and run and play
And laugh and cry and kiss and sing
I want to feel it open and vulnerable,
And strong and sure and bold.
I want to listen to each secret that it whispers
To be present for each pleasure and each pain
To conspire in the ever increasing awareness
Of the sensual, the soft, the subtle
Hazy line where I encounter the outside
Where I end and the rest begins.
I want space within
To be in every moment while it lasts
Breathing its beauty, touching it lightly
Then letting go.
It’s all for me, this sensing, feeling, breathing delight,