Your illustration is as lovely as your poetry.

I used to swim laps at the Y. I'd see all sorts of female bodies in the locker room - most of them nowhere near as beautiful as the woman in your watercolor. (How cool, a poem about water caressing w/ a watercolor illustration!)

Being young, I'd gaze at some of those older bodies and think not the kindest thoughts. But, as I grew to know them and aged myself, I realized each and every one of those gals was beautiful because they were they. Beauty need not be defined by Madison Avenue or Hollywood but by Spirit. It hit me in an instant.