A Glimpse into the Soul of a Woman

The poem below was originally written for an artist and friend in response to a gallery showing of her work. Her paintings were dedicated to the feminine form. Her aesthetic use of color and form demonstrated both a sensual, yet vulnerable vision of female sexuality that was exciting and provocative. At least, that was my interpretation of her work. In response, my poem was an attempt to capture the sentiment that I experienced from her paintings.

Ironically, my friend hated this poem. I think she thought what I wrote was about her the artist, as opposed to the art itself. Besides, I suspect that my poem was a bit to close for comfort in that she could express her sexuality through art, but was not prepared to look at it from the perspective of another. It was then that I learned that even artists could be unaware of the complexity of their own work. More so, that even artists could not hold the definitive interpretation to their work. Interpretation is a de facto reality given any one's right to make an opinion, even if from the perspective of the artist, it is ill-informed.

This poem is still dedicated to the friend that hated it. She served as early inspiration for me in reclaiming my own creative sense of vision and purpose. I am grateful for the passion she ignited in me to capture the feminine form in my own art and poetry.


A Glimpse into the Soul of a Woman
@ copyright John Blair

As you allow me
to watch you
give birth
to the self
you discover
through the love you offer yourself

What joy do you awaken
as you touch yourself
into release

Evoking
calling forth
summoning
the ecstasy of sensation


Amidst the vulnerability
that you disclose
through the caressing
of the space between your legs

The delicate
if not fragile
way that you embrace
your self

Displays a tenderness
like two lovers
who cling to each other
when the physicality of their
passion has subsided

So there you stand
unashamed to be yourself
supported in the stance you assume
by the development of your
well proportion thighs

You hold your shapely breasts
like a secret you will never tell
massage away the insecurities
fondle pass the doubts

Reclaim your voice
your mind
and spirit
they all belong by right to you

No words I imagine
can give voice to the whispers of
your sighs and moans
so preciously uttered
in the sanctuary of your body

Even god
could not have conceived
the elegance and beauty
exuded by the multiplicity
of your orgasms

That just by your touch
the flesh and the spirit
are united

By soft
gentle weeping
does your body and soul
affect its climax
achieving its completion