From Danna Faulds' beautiful compilation, Go In and In (2002):
Sun Kissed
The blown conch sounds its low note. In the warm air, the fragrance of musk and lilac mingle.
A wooden flute wraps its melody around me like silk.
The time for dry austerities is past.
I cast my robe aside, throw bare arms wide and let the sunlight have its way with me.
Curves, softness, breath, beauty, movement, breast seeks the sun's embrace.
A lifetime of shame lifts, burning away like morning mist.
Adrift, the rising tide of passion takes me, and I do not wish to find the shore.