We are a tribe of women
living as we laugh…outloud.

Folding time between our painted toes,
we write poetry on cocktail napkins
and warm each other by the fires of fearless dreaming.

We are high priestesses of rapture.
We eat beauty for breakfast, irony for lunch,
laughter for dinner, the impossible for dessert….
then ask for something sweet.

We introduce opposites as playmates
Lust flirts with discipline,
glamour with grit.

We do not fear, we understand.

We dance around an inner calm
and stand in beautiful contradtiction.

Hierarchies topple when we sigh.
Power kneels before us as we pass.

Our mistakes become our greatest creations.
In our presence you commit acts of greater femaleness.
And we are all around you…

You will know us by the depth of our gaze
and the ease we have in our own skin.

Elena Hull