glittercat

Some light plays across your skin illuminating and dancing on the surface. Afternoon light is my favorite light. the perfect balance of warm and cool. Skin -all colors- is enlivened by the glowing gentleness.
This is the light in which I wish to draw you. To take color soft gentle and wet and sculpt with line and form the "You" I see through my eyes. Whether bone or soft undulating voluptuous flesh, this light will play across it, the sun high enough to cause glances up and squints. hair will glisten, the color dancing in fine filaments. We are most equal when naked. I paint you as best I can, I watch your body rise and fall with each breath. Expressions flickering across your face, as the last light that pure luminescent light travels above the window and away.
The evening brings sad sexy melancholy tonight. Blue and crisp, pregnant with rain that has not fallen. My bones ache. the joints swelling and hurt.
Curves and lines are traipsing through my mind. The beauty of all people. Some who cannot see it in themselves and resent it in others, still, they have it inside. the gorgeous decay. We make the rules, we choose to accept some, reject others. Our bits scrutinized by all. beneath our clothes we are soft and lovely. Our bodies made to survive, thrive, give life, and in short time to wither. the process shocking in the changes made. I see myself and others with compassion when I think of the mortal flesh under the armor we put on. So sacred and tender.
We do not have to fit in the so very narrow parameters of beauty set by our culture. Enjoy your flesh, see your body as the vessel it is. Find your inner glow, and let that come through. Oh how I wish I could take each and every person aside, and whisper of the beauty tell them of the sparkle in their eyes, let them feel the sweet gentleness of acceptance.
Please, do something to honor your beauty, and that of those around you. Be free with real compliments, and admiration. Find communion in sharing beauty.
Fill yourself with wildness. Remember those long ago dreams before you were told that is not the path for you. Just because there are brambles and branches, does not mean it is closed, you only need look. See into that wild nature, through that forest, jungle, or mirror to the deep places of soul. Bring yourself forward. Revel in you exquisite nature, the gift we have. Bring the life back, or if already present, show someone else the life they wish for.
The night is here, these words are trite, but they are mine. The morning will bring travel for me. It will also be the time of light and dreaming of all of the bruised confused beautiful souls out there, of which I am one.