The rain splatters moist tears onto her thirsting brown skin. Yesterday, wanting wetness, she stood blindfolded inside a darkness knowing no luminosity.
This morning, she stirred awake from a deep slumber, feeling a wetness between her thighs. The trickle was neither warm nor cool, as if a passing snake had kissed her awake.
It is the time of the month, when the mystical veil thins around her inner eyes, and she has clear sight.
Relieved to drop into her core, she realigns her intuitions, her visions and sniffs her way forward, clearing the dammed waters, inside and outside of her.
Flooded with a force of creation,
she spins and unspins inside her solitude; she dances, and she dances yet again …
Ashwini Pawar Kaarthikeyan
Kaarthikeyan Kirubhakaran
Hema
Where Artists Meet 
I was about to hit ‘like’ but i want to put words to my reaction. i like the image. it reminds me of images from Clemente’s more stirring art. The words “clearing the dammed waters, inside and outside of her” will stay with me. I love pieces about the body these days, art and words. Happy you shared this online.
Thank you, Hemsee Poodle. There is such an inner and outer swelling of the body that is becoming more effortless to embrace, with time. There is a consistent shift in the tide of my consciousness, as I learn to acceptance & celebrate, ‘buxomness’.