Tuesday, May 16, 2006

My Lady Naked

I think as I gaze upon my naked lady about how everything is reduced to the bare necessities—how naked, how bold, and without embarrassment. Let me tell you about my naked lady and how she flaunts her body without being brazen.

My Lady Naked

She is my lady naked,
bare for all to see,
or turn away
embarrassed, to look upon the lady naked.

I prefer to see my lady clothed
in gowns of green
and flowing robes of grasses
with wild flower buttons,
scarves of ferns
and belts of leaves—
And yet, out here,
the desert shared with me
a strange and sensuous work of art.

She is beautiful,
my lady naked,
for in her
I see every mountain peak
and valley,
every wrinkle,
every crease,
every cloud that casts a shadow,
every precious drop of rain that falls,
every lightning scar.

I love to see my lady clothed,
but when I see her naked
with no place to hide her ravaged body,
I know just how much,
how very, very much the lady means to me.

Vi Jones
©May 16, 2006


At 4:57 PM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

People who only think of 'desert' as shifting Sahara sands have only seen half the colors of nature's pallet --

and heard half of the Mother's prayer.

a high desert boy --


At 10:26 PM, Blogger The Gate Keeper said...

When I read this poem, I see in my mind's eye one of Georgia O'Keeffe's paintings of the hills around Abiquiu. Very lovely poem.

At 11:12 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Agree with these comments. Powerful imagery, indeed.

At 1:23 AM, Blogger Viridiana said...

this s lovely Vi


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