Ferrous flood in an intimate towel A uterine Rorschach test. What does it reveal of my female psychology, This spongy, sanguineous form?
Orange peel, dimpled An awakening mist of essential oil Feathered veins of fibre flesh. Tear apart jellied segments, Fingertips bright, citrus-perfumed.
Clouds, fast-moving, catch golden Sun. They glimmer as vessels Carrying borderline light, Winter and Spring in conversation Ushered along by a spirited January breath.