SHAMELESS

Look at 

the little show off

basking in the summer sun

legs all akimbo,

buttock and thighs

in full display.

She is utterly 

shameless.

Her strong arms

buttress her back 

and ample bosom.

And on top

of her broad shoulders

the head of a sphinx

fixes its riddled gaze

on any and all

who can see her.

The stump, once a regal

Redwood, is now

a bowl of sunlight

and wood caressed by centuries

of curious hands.

I desire to be the priestess

I see. To be ancient 

and brazen.

Self-adoring,

self-celebrating.

Stillness in motion.

Epochs 

of evolution

singing these wood bones

back to life

as voluptuous,

wild and mighty.

 As Me.

*This poem was written in collaboration with Rose Bohn.