I thought about all the beautiful women in aeroplanes across the blue sky,
and i thought about all the waiting and smiling they did.
I thought about all the beautiful waitresses on the ground
and the hot coffee poured from cold and lonely hands.
I thought about all the beautiful women hidden behind veils, burqas and hijab,
and i wondered how much make up they used-
and then i wondered how much make up was used worldwide each year
by all these women-
not to mention all those coat-hangar women who are more make up than woman.
Then i thought about all the farming women with beautifully rough edges.
And i thought about all the beautiful prostitutes and whores who sold desire for money,
and tried to feel nothing.
And i thought about all the beautiful nurses in their white tenderness,
who tend to us and nurture us to heal.
I thought about all the beautiful women i pass in the streets,
and how we never say hello.
I thought about all the lesbians and lady boys and dykes,
and how masculine their beauty is.
I thought about all the beautiful girls who were asleep and having beautiful dreams.
I thought about all the fullness of women,
all these human moons and their cycles.
I thought about my mother and our womb.
I thought about all that beauty, and all the beauty that is youth and age and sex and sexlessness,
And i thought of all the beauty that is so unmentionably beautiful that it defies words.
And i wanted nothing more from beauty, than to embrace her,
and sleep in the arms of love's affection,
and so truly swoon in grace with her.
Gulf Air flight- Bangkok to Paris
26/7/2008 © Benjamin W Wild