This morning the sun strokes me with the back of his fingers and I open -- a spread of folds, blushing pink -- and all day butterflies land on me burrowing through curves and creases into my deepest universe as they lust after the sweet juice, then carry away with them, in their quest for world domination, and all day with the playful wind like a candle flame at dusk I curl and lean my slender body of stem that holds all that wetness and adventure gently and softly. So, here I am: un-shy, unclosed, honest. And you? Do you love yourself? Do you embrace your simple life and its impulses to be untamed and sublime for a while before nothingness keeps its due appointment?