And Nothing Shall Be Hidden

didn't work

and death is like a woman who stands before her lover and lets her body {like a long silk dress} fall slowly to the floor.... - diatom shells

im using a mobile phone so it may not work with my phone

I will do my other one tomorrow thanx for the directions it worked!-diatom shells{bowing head in thanx}

thank u ink dragon and cat I am but a lowly poetess young and nieve ad appreciate your kind comments. I wished my 1st poem had worked its one of my faves if u have time look for it tomorrow its called "some thoughts on becoming a woman" -photons bouncing off diatom shells

im glad u liked it I try to b visually stunning lol...-diatom shells singing along with roxanne

I will never get used to my new body, its savage softness, the way it spills sweetly here and there, the way my shoulders are enough to break my heart. the long low alto of my thighs and the soprano of my neck do not belong to me. my noise is gone and now there is melody, but I do not want it. god led me out of the desert into a land overflowing with milk and honey. I brim, and I spill sweetly and I want the desert. do you remember? it is lean and golden and severe, and the heat trembles around your edges like wild lace. do you remember? you were lean and golden and severe and you weren't a woman yet and that meant that your muscles crouched like a panthers under skin that didn't beg to be bitten, to be paved with hands. your were clear and bright and beautiful as a bone-snap. remember when you were inside your own garden, before you were the gatekeeper, saying, yes, you may enter, please come in.