A Kimberly Sunset of self love
I wrote this poem running through concepts of self love. I pictured what I would want someone else to love about me and realised it’s what I love about myself too.
The sun seeps through the spaces between the leaves of the tree I am laying under
Kissing my neck so sweetly it makes me blush
And intensifies my lust for...self validation
And you find yourself becoming jealous of the sun
For she is kissing parts of me that you long to discover with your fingers and your tongue
I find myself at the top of the world
Writing naked poetry and surrounded by the contrasting colours of the Kimberly
All red Pindan, turquoise waters and lush green Jurassic trees
The clouds as pearly as the oysters I harvest
And when the sun starts to fall...
The clouds turn to Cotten candy and the sky dances with rhythms of violet melodies of rouge and crushendos of tangerine
You turn to me in the harmony that nature has created just for us and think yourself lucky as you watch me become apart of the orchestra
All natural beauty and self love
It is now me and my own love that I used to be jealous of
This life one I only thought possible to dream of
But now here I am at the top of some rocks
Vibing in a blessed and creative energy
Humming with the birds and insects around me
And finally knowing what it is
to love me
About the Creator
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