Sexual Musings :: Lily Pads

“My veins are brushstrokes of indigo over yellow lily pads, a steady heart of flourishing green between Sundance and Moonrise. I don’t fancy myself a healer-

or a warrior-

or a scholar-

But I am music and mischief, forgotten melodies and whispered laughter riding the wind waves.

Woman of the wild, with thunder under her skin and a voice for singing amongst the rolling hills and velvet valleys-

Take lessons from the lily: stay near the water and celebrate the sun.”


©️ Pearl Bayou

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