Free form her hair tendrils in the wind
Quicksilver her mind races the rapids
Ideas catching full sail
A cacophony of noise spewed forth
An animal in its final throws of death
The tectonic plates had finally shifted
Causing a tsunami of tumultuous grief
A face pressed hard
The eyeball yearned to see
Introspection of visceral red was all that reflected back
I remember the smile on the surface of your face / And the spider veins of lipstick that made me think of candles. / Ninety-three turns of your heels; clickerty clack.
The Earth a pragmatist at heart cleansed Her-self
Shed all remnants of home sapiens…
For the times I’ve had
And the times I
Thank you for protecting me
And wasting my
Thank you for tipping the odds
A gesture I wouldn’t d…
She trusts you like no other
As you both step off the train
You don’t care about the weather
You are there to ease her pain
The people rush right past you
As they head towards the gate
But still you…
Do you feel something is missing?
Do you ache for the morrow?
Do you look and really see?
Do you regret?
Do you give and expect a return?
Are you truly here?
How do we run? Backwards, forwards, sideways no, / No just away, as far as we can into the deepest and emptiest / Chasm that swamps us in the safety of unfeeling.
The delight of a caress that brought awareness of skin
I saw it touch the grasslands the trees the clouds
A wondrous creature that cannot be seen
She sent me pictures of her real self
Throughout her working day
I wanted to stop time and
Have her jump the ocean and my body
And set my boner’s mind at ease
But I knew that I could count on her
Arms raised she becomes the conduit
An arc of blue fire strikes her full force
For an instant that lasts an eon
Thousands of women connected to She; the Universal All…
I can see it all
In your smile,
Upon your return.
Resisting the holy spirit
with their personalities
and measured out humility
Showing vanity to be only fair for dragnets
where shadows refuse to fall
Whilst Hope’s road in a ballet shoe
dances up a…
The devil is in the detail; rang through my head.
I wonder at this as I plucked at a thread.
The irony became evident as my life unraveled.
Tears mingle with dust motes
Giving rise to puddles of reflections
That release scent of musk and sandalwood
First to understand the contrasts of experiencing good and bad things,we need to understand the source of their existence.