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beyond dreams

the book of the innocent
quote from the movie " the pillow book " by peter greenaway

this is an innocent book - unused
and unread ,
an innocent with three hundred
milk - white pages ,
and no illustrations .

the pages are still dusty with a
white powder from the
manufactuerer .

the pages taste sweet - like milk
awaiting the
spike of the pen ,
the dirtying ink ,

and the prying hairs of the brush ,
all seeking to invade the
intricate spaces of the book's
virginity .

the binding is tense – sewn up
tight , awaiting a little bending and
breaking .

the pages lay flat and crisp
– the muscles of the pages sleek .
no unnecessary flesh
has been encouraged to run to
excess by random
fingering .

the moistened thumb of the
expectant reader has not yet
marked the
soft tissues of this lean clean
smiling volume .

spread me ,
and break me open ,
for pleasure .

when you're distant ,
i'm still with you .
far away ,
still close together .

when you stumble • i fall .
when i cut myself • you bleed .
when you feel cold • i shiver .
when i have nightmares • you scream .

but most of all ...

when you sing • i dance .
when i sleep • you dream .
when you wonder • i know .
when i read • you see my images .

you love me • i love you

honey , wonder what you see in…

Phenomenal woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me. ; )

Maya Angelou

first its colours … they sparkled at me
its pouring moves … took me by surprise

a tender sound … it sent to me
like a smile - under my skin …
i'm hypnotized by its delight

it caught me
… what .. who …

the sun - … it shines
spring - … it arrives
the flower - … it enchants

he

is

coming

i breathe again

i stumbled and hurt myself
was staggering without falling

i left traces - some people found
some answered – and left again

you found them too … without knowing
and you touched me

i answered - you got scared …

we learned .. we still do

we are leaving traces together
on , around and in each other