luck
smitten
with few steps
happy with the
choices i have made they belong to me
unpopular turns delinquent alike
options were mine
judgmental
endings
are
just
that my
conviction
is steady all
ready to go come the wave of infernal
positioned to strike with white hot venom
for mercy and
dripping with
bloody
hand
take
my heart
tumble it
beating for you
gamble take the risk don’t make me wait long
Russian roulettes corner me black on red
kiss me where it
hurts me more
then go
truth
just
lip deep
i love you
not today dare
to be a fool you might win the game prize
i’m willing to pawn my life for a mere
cold twist of fate
we might find
that we
bleed
tempt
me now
your raw heat
on my begging
lips tickle softly scrape my skin with your
chin take your fingers pulse them low inside
let’s look away
nothing lost
when the
heart
is
broken
tossed in the
rain of remorse
pelvis to pelvis we dance on the floor
desperately clinging to whatever
we should forsake
to avoid
being
loved
death
cover
me no rest
blind darkness thrive
in the garden hidden past the mountain
fold my arms atop my chest and walk off
temperature
cold and dry
country
of
mine
where have
you gone from
your wild child free
but lost to fences that strike my soul shut
i don’t see the stars any longer light
anyone’s way
before night
one last
kiss
tall
stoic
silently
looking at me
with tears in their eyes they prayed to my crow
she flew into the clouds to fetch a ray
of old wisdom
the sisters
smiling
at
me
waving
gold spirit
pointing to the
north to stars and wonders ancient mothers
tending to their flock of wild night children
wind through their veins
kisses blown
angels
swoop
down
kiva
thunder roars
inside their wombs
with holy flesh of nations born of fire
and love traveling to the paradise
the mothers are
in the wind
quiet
strong
pulse
warm sand
blue like glass
light flows through us
moon gathers the waves under her silence
our electricity blends into sound
whispers of rose
tinted dream
hold me
tight
move
slowly
the spirit
into my place
where the gods turn into earthly mortals
and will be toiling like the first Adam
and the daughters
of giants
polish
stone
hey
Mr. Walt
how are you
i’m at Whole Foods
nature and wholesomeness now vacuumed packed
i daydreamed of you while my cell phone crashed
i can’t feel me
tortured girl
i miss
you
grass
you wrote
about it
my feet have turf
pictures of log cabins stored in a box
at the natural museum deemed worthless
Walt my spirit
aches for time
with you
sing
