Colours of Transition

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When I felt the first shift of perimenopause
my favourite colours became Silver and Deep Purple
Silver called to me like the moon
mystical and feminine with the elusive majesty
of light sparkling on snow-covered ground
While Deep Purple spoke to me of my rich sexual life
my intensified drive for life-giving expressions

In the energetic midst of perimenopause
my favourite colour burst forth as Orange
like the flames of hot flashes and emotions
that burned over me and through me
all with a thrust towards happiness

With the full emergence into menopause
my thoughts are consumed with images of Pink rose petals
Soft
Resting in my innate loveliness
My attention effortlessly drawn to beauty
As I yield to the elixir of romance

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Balm from Heaven: A Restoration of Our Personhood

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amidst the dismantling of the human form
the feminine emerges from Heaven
emanating God’s beauty and light
bringing healing and restoration
to those tattered in the war upon persons
calling forth authentic masculinity and femininity
to unite in a prolific celebration
for the completion our purpose

The Rose Petals of Menopause

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soft pink rose petals
strength, already proven, gives way to curves
stepping into a new landscape of femininity
similar to the intuitive fancies of girlhood
perceiving romance to be woven into every detail
in harmony with the tenderness of the heart

Waves

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through the conduit of his touch
I float on wave after wave after wave
of pleasure
sensuality
safety
straddling the bridge between
wakefulness and dream
sinking and rising with the current
as his masculinity envelopes me
expands my femininity
creating the space for me to take him in
to focus him
call him forth
where he surges
crests and spills
leaving me
deliciously
intoxicatingly
filled

Woman Walking Naturally

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In the orbit of her hips
lies the blossom of her sexuality
evidence of orgasms
that have released her restraints
her luscious fullness
defying the confines of socially endorsed
anorexic moulds

She is unbound
fluid
the wellsprings of her sensuality
flowing up and over every curve

And so she sways her hips
walks unrushed
a living, breathing antidote
to cultural pathogens
threatened by the fruitful, unscripted, mesmerizing power
of natural womanhood