Quintessence

She enters this world on a wave, on the swell of drapery luxuriant, riding the surf of embroidery curls, her body now realised in sensual repose, adorned in the gleam of the pearl, greeting this day usual yet unique, the essence, quintessence, not of perfection but of woman, of water, of earth, of fiery passion, of the softness of breath, of the glow of silken flesh, of the whispered kiss and sultry caress, of the loving force, of the feminine seeking the harmony, craving the masculine.

Renaissance

Caressed
By the sun
Witness
To its light
Reborn
In the glory
Marvelling
At this day
At this sweet life

(Re)Birth

The rays of the rising sun

The heat of the summer season

The day of my birth

The body, the mind, the spirit
The wonder, the bliss, the passion

The woman I have become