Micro-cosmic

Friday, 5 September 2008

Ladies' shopping spree,
Vintage supermarket sweep,
Sequins and feathers.

Artificial air
And psychedelic decor,
Brings on altered state.

"You are a goddess!"
Creativity is seen,
I love being me.

Apocalyptic
Night brings laughter and madness;
Dust makes refugees.

His perfect bottom
Exposed despite the 'white-out',
Enjoying Sara(h)s.

Brush tickles on skin,
Tony decorates my breasts
For topless bike ride.

Guiding me outside,
Man with a halo, and 'Man'
Give me perspective.

Under canopy,
With tears and intimacy,
Storms rage inside me.

Locked in my own world,
I watch beauties preen and leave,
While I lie prostrate.

Extreme conditions,
Challenge structure building team;
Wind builds team bonding.

Alternative route
To my drug-free strategy;
Bruised and scraped leg throbs.

Noses start to drip,
Emotions near the surface,
Needing compassion.

Commando mission
Leaves us wiped, jet lag biting,
Heavy limbs let go.

Wild woman shows us,
How to express gratitude,
Take care of body.