Even when she walks...
Even when she walks she seems to dance!
Her garments writhe and glisten like long snakes
obedient to the rhythm of the wands
by which a fakir wakens them to grace.
Like both the desert and the desert sky
insensible to human suffering
and like the ocean's endless labyrinth
she shows her body with indifference.
Precious minerals are her polished eyes,
and in her strange symbolic nature
angel and sphinx unite,
where diamonds, gold and steel
dissolve into one light
shining forever, useless as a star,
the sterile woman's icy majesty.
~Baudelaire
SYREN LOVERS
I dedicate this page to your poems, drawings, paintings, and all kinds of artwork you send me. Your letters have kept me going all these years and validate me in many, many ways. Over the years, I have struggled to stay independent, to be true to myself and to be passionate in everything that I do. You've helped me weather through a lot of difficulties in this terrain. Thank you for showing me your love ...
