Women (2) - Nascent trust

Women as guides
in new landscapes

Women as mentors
in new teachings

Women as friends
in new discoveries

Women as allies
in new wisdom

Women as accomplices
in new spirits

Women as mirors
in awakened powers

Women ... Here I come

clairem --- 19 Nov 2006
(La venus endormie - Paul Devaux)

Women (1) - Soft landings

They used to be frightening,
No...
Terrifying! And bottom-less
Black-holes! And devastating
Tornadoes! And devouring
Quicksands! And solitary
Drownings! And closing-in
Spiderwebs! And deafening
Water-falls!

Until a feminine hand pulled open
The parachute, slowing the descent...

Time to see the monsters
Not so monstrous,
The savage
Not so vicious,
The villain
Not so uncivilized,
The obscene
Not so shameful,







Time to trust that I also belong in safe landings.






Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli, c. 1485



clairem --- 21 Nov 2006

more soon...

I've had the most amazing weekend... mindblowing experiences... for which I haven't got words yet! I know they will come some day, jump out of my mind, scream in my ear, spread on the sheet and the screen, sparkle in the dark and pour out simply, when they're ripe... to tell the wonders of being a woman amongst women, the excitment of being supported and envied, the extraordinary feeling of being entirely in the here and now, of belonging and not longing...
more soon...

emotions…
for too long bottled up, killed and buried
in the name of Romance
today painfully vomited
warm blood running through my veins
I am alive again

clairem --- 10 Nov 2004

Shall I dance?

the pause button is stuck on the old hi-fi
sounds die away leaving my ears screaming
my mouth subdued and my hands crippled

time to replace the old system whatever the costs
beats have their own rules leaving my head screaming
my legs dancing and my heart liberated

clairem --- 10 Nov 2004

My sweet daughter

You can love my sweet daughter
Of course you can love
Do marry and have children
And be happy

But
Don’t look at men in the eyes
Don’t be too spontaneous
Don’t be too attractive or seductive
Don’t be too sensual or sexual
Don’t seek pleasure

You can love my sweet daughter
Of course you can love
Do be a wife and a mother

But
Don’t be a woman

clairem --- 1 Nov 2006

Let's meet downtown

She said, Let’s meet in dusty downtown
That’s where the fun is
Behind closed doors, hidden
She said, I can play the piano on your back
And the drum on your buttocks.
Strip naked and follow my instincts

She said, We’re going to the moon
And she took me underground
Trust me, I know the way”.

She said, Let my fingers be your eyes
So that you can watch in the most awesome darkness
The colourful rainbows of imagination
Your back arching and your hips raised
Your rounded belly full with desire
Your legs apart introducing your pink shiny Yoni

She said, Let my fingers be your hands
So that you can feel the most pleasurable places
The ladder of your curved spine
Your nipples sticking out hard on swollen islands of softness
Your belly shivering under the pressure of crazy caged butterflies
The dense maze of your thick pubic hair protecting your secret

She said, Let my fingers be your ears
So that you can listen to the most pounding sounds
The chanting rhythm of your heartbeat and crescendo desire of your breathing
The rustle of the crisp clean sheet as you rise on your feet and shoulders
The overflowing drip of the fountain hidden behind your labia
Your throat that lets out the most instinctual and natural scream

She said, Let my fingers be your nostrils
So that you can smell the most arousing smells
The sweet and sour sweat of your armpits
Your delicious and beloved intimate fertility
The fully grown feminine energy
Of your tenderly enchanted, and offered, Yoni

She said, Let my fingers be your mouth
So that you can taste the sweetest tastes of all
Your belly’s skin screaming, “I’m here!”
The full bodied tongue in your mouth
Your nipples’ desire to be devoured
The creamy cascade raining between your legs

She said, Let my fingers be your heart
So that you can feel alive

clairem --- 7 Nov 2006

Ma prison dorée

La cage de verre s’est soudain refermée sur son bourreau.
La terre a tremblé. Elle s’est arrêtée. Et sur les carreaux
Les années et les heures continuent à venir s’écraser
Comme un mystère – pour m’épargner ?
Tels les éclairs il ne reste aucune trace
Elles vont, elles viennent, elles passent
Prélude d’une atmosphère où la détresse s’entasse
A découvert, mais je ne veux pas voir et garde les yeux fermés.

Ma tour de verre est ma prison dorée
Ne tentez pas de m’y déranger
Ceux qui sont venus m’y chercher
S’y sont cassés le nez !

J’ai peur des courants d’eau, des courants d’air.
Je me suis calfeutrée et mise à hiberner. Je me terre
Les rivières de mes larmes ont séché
Juste à temps ! Je ne sais pas nager.
A toutes les portes j’ai mis des clés
Un tour, deux tours… ha ! Tout le monde est enfermé !
Maintenant que la mécanique est bien huilée
Il n’y a plus de hoquet, seulement une harmonie sucrée.

Ma tour de verre est ma prison dorée
Mais je ne cesse d’être dérangée
Quelques vagues de chaleur de passage
Je continue à me faire avoir par ces mirages !

Toutes les clés se mettent à saigner en même temps
Un tour, deux tours… Est-ce l’arrivée du printemps ?
Une monstresse d’une douloureuse beauté
Se force un passage parmi mes souvenirs enterrés
Et fait voler en éclat ma prison dorée.
Le temps m’a rattrapé et me force à regarder
En face une grande solitude longtemps accumulée
La déesse est en déshabillé et m’invite à l’aimer.

clairem --- 15 Oct 2006