Cocoa Kisses

Now her desires are her friends.

What is it about nudity that gets peoples attention?
Kept hidden in a pebbled bush.
Is nudity the light; the awakening of the body?
And explicit is the dark?
Contrasting as it may seem, yet darkness is the nest, the hibernator, the holder of all the workings; all the intricacies of life.
And light is the outlet; the dawn of our awakening; the spotlight of our expression.
Life is a stage, and as we age throughout the stages and the plays, we have access to the most seemingly precious gifts of all; make-up, costumes, props - these make up our characters, yes; our chosen moths, and yet what we are never ready for is the action, how could we ever prepare for such a thing?
Distracting are these 'precious things,' that fill in the gaps of our dual nature.
And as naked as fawn is to deer, then so am I to life.
Make-up and costumes and props are nice,
but my heart dwells in nature's nest; in the ebb of light, and darkness.


''Aren't you cold tree?'' I ask


Stone and clay are part of the earth too.
Have I only just realised this?


                       *

Ah, so now you have reached sand time.
You are in sand time now.


''Remember, it won't always be like this child.'' she said.

And she left me not with a kiss, but with a stain of cacao, just above my lips.
Sweet cocoa kisses, bitter cocoa kiss.

''I like it all,'' I said;
''The bitter and the sweet.''

And as her tongue met mine, we did indeed kiss,
for she was the bitter and I the sweet.
And sooner or later, we were bound to meet.