white ledge to soften her edges, untouched for more than a decade,
a naked diarist, she lights white candles even in the daytime,
she is sexually intense against the white background,
what unimaginable white forces move her, most will never know,
she is like a rare albino postage stamp you want to lick, never sealing her white seepage,
Dear Diary~~~White Gardenia August 14, 2006
I've learned the random vicissitudes of fate today,
the fates, weavers, Clothos, the spinner, Lachesis, the measurer, Atripos, the cutter of life's white thread,
I share an idealization of women as attainable beings and worship women with a devotion that seeks physical gratification...I want to make her into white cloth and roll on her, f*** all spiritual and magical knowledge that belongs to her.
your voice is so utterly incredible
elloquent, tender..softly embracing
& then down to the core of primal passion
This is Beautiful...
waiting in a garden...perfuming
Love & Petaloids Essence
Vickie
I don't often read modern poetry, but Sage Sweetwater's content seems pretty individual. It doesn't matter what your sexuality is. If you are a heterosexual woman, you can still identify with the Author's romantic writing.
... Yeah... white does that to you, don't it? Like the burn of a snowfield. Total vanilla to the olfactory senses and space and permission to the mind and spirit. Extravagently exploratory. Heady gardenia is my absolute favourite, its lush waxiness so sexy. It's bloody madder roots must be a woman thing. Unique and strangely cohesive in an esoteric kinda way. Calming, thank you. LOL Kate xx
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on August 15, 2006
These are like two sides of the same coin-the word usage in the first one is brilliant, really evokes lots of beautiful images-that postage stamp image is one of those where you go, damn, wish I wrote that, lol-the second half seems harder, more razor's edge and more direct and rough than loving and ethereal. Excellent-
....she is like a rare
albino postage stamp
you want to lick, never
sealing her white seepage.... the Chinese hold white as a colour of mourning - bleached bones, etc. - but white, as you show in this poem, sage, can be pure dead brilliant! The amazing gift of sensuality is something to cherish. love kenny
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elloquent, tender..softly embracing
& then down to the core of primal passion
This is Beautiful...
waiting in a garden...perfuming
Love & Petaloids Essence
Vickie
An intriguing universe that I discover.
Greetings,
AXILEA
Frances
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Sonny G
albino postage stamp
you want to lick, never
sealing her white seepage.... the Chinese hold white as a colour of mourning - bleached bones, etc. - but white, as you show in this poem, sage, can be pure dead brilliant! The amazing gift of sensuality is something to cherish. love kenny
Love Tinka