SOFTNESSDOUCE
sunny haze, delicate hues
red-yellow iroko
hard-soled cheap Chanel sandals, 1500 XOF
vintage hand woven aso oke
monogaga sand
okinawa shells
holy mary iron
lemon and garlic
slip brown dress
Toumani Diabaté’s Elyne Road
femme alpha.
pages, creases, black ink, knowledge, command intimacy. i seek them for guidance. they are extremely personal just as is the space between my fingers. i don’t lend them easily, just as i don’t let just anybody intricate their fingers with mine. sometimes i frenetically turn them, pursuing knowledge when is deep rooted in myself. femme alpha.
furniture i designed, like the rituals happening inside my rooms. i want them soft, round like breasts, comforting. structures in my head, architecture, objects, suits, words, the ether of my being. i desire them arresting, enchanting! African contemporary problem-solving from urban to object. i wish for thoughtfulness, that state of having meet any and all possible desires and needs. femme alpha.
i lost my ether. lost it. appalling. annihilation of my soul. destruction of my being. i lost you my celestial wishes.
we are in my bed, candle lit, my mom’s wrapper i can never go without. i have travelled the world, sought home, in northern shores, in southern shores, some warm, other inviting, some nonchalant. now i long for softness, peace, luxury. a self-affirming portrait. how douce am i? my hand struggle to define you. maybe you are formless, or a shapeshifting creative polymath. i want to do it all, no limits. i want to have it all. i will have it all. femme alpha
morning, evening, dressing, pleasuring, crying, turning pages, they are all the same to me, rituals. i conjure peace and healing. i seek simple joys but it eludes me. incense, rock, love stones, moonstone, i invoke you. i seek you, my ether, your fluids in my loins, your touch.
now i am home. Cotonou. 金継ぎ kintsugi, the japanese art of piecing together broken pottery with precious metals liquid gold, liquid silver. i am flesh, gold and silver.
not drifting anymore, not laying at anchor, but sailing towards greatness.
femme alpha.
