Mature Woman

And my heartbeat skips
Like a jumping rope
On my sore knees – nips
From following hope

For were I honest-spoken you would go,
and lose me one I wish were more than friend.

Looking down from
A mountain of crystal shards
Each myriad prism
A trapped dream
Thrust from the valley
Of a life awry
Her tears cascading
Down glittering slopes
Halo of light wreaths
Raven locks
Feathered wi…

An inexplicable fierce beauty electrifies every scale,
gills convulse with primitive ecstasy

How does it feel…
To have everybody fawn over your oceanic eyes,
Your sparkling snowy smile, your luminescent skin,
And your confident posture?

How does it feel
To know so much about art and literature a…

We can’t stop Time; He races with the sun and always wins,
but we can be immersed, afloat, surrounded
in His generous embrace.

I am reminded of
Reality.
That innocence begins at
Life
And in
Order to grow
Develop even
It must experience all that
Life can throw.

Enwrapped in ebon robe I found myself a quiet place;
with concentration marvellous I painted on a face,
outlining lips, outlining eyes with colors rich and deep

overwhelming volume
inner dialogue
you’re a failure.

I raise my glasses to my wonderful friends here and wish you all a spectacular new year…
xx

You called;
I heard you with my mind.
You called again;
I heard you with my heart.

…a tutti gli amici di rb che mi hanno chiesto di buttare la sigaretta e di fare vedere il viso nell’anno nuovo….spero siate contenti ! un’abbraccio….
.Guendalyn 2012 Ava…

And if she splits and sinks to anonymity
cradled in the arms of the trident god,
log lost to legend lore,
it will not matter much to many;

the night is chilled
my heart is heavy
as i walk through
the rooms i once loved
where dollhouses stood
side by side
and sisters danced
i can still hear the whispers
within the walls
of childhood secrets
t…

My hand is here for you to hold when all the world seems gray and indecipherable, the mist too thick to penetrate alone.

There’s nothing I can do to pleasure you
yet you would keep me from another’s hand.

Tell me tomorrow about your wretched in-laws who every Christmas
buy you Scotch when you drink gin

Oh, give me a tactician’s heart –
clinical and cold,
ably blessed to see the world
a chessboard to be played.