Pilot Light Keepers
The furnace of my soul lives somewhere north of my waist, and south of my breathUndisclosed, its location, a confessional space Hidden deep inside my human formNoticeable only when awakened for heat and counsel. My very life is tethered to the health of its inaudible and invisible flameConsciousness and enlightenment appear as its greatest guardian. …
Winter Bows
My damp, snow laden bows, weighted by the burden of winter’s past and present.Tested by the elements who rebel against their motherEarth and life itself. Life’s sap in my petrified trunk flow not.Slowed to a crawl as it selects which appendage to feed next.Each feeding in relation to and dependence upon the other. Inward I …
Artemis
As a little girl, I felt his seething teeth. They appeared as a smile but dripped like a wolf.His hatred masked in intellect and strained composure. Justified in title, gender and societal perception. Time Passed And without effort, I grew into a young woman. And the buds of my breasts were met with disgust.His rage …
Heaven is not here
Should is where it begins, and starts it’s slow and seductive slide. I’m not talking about my lover. I’m talking to the rest. The observers. Stalkers. Nay sayers. Obsolete majority. Those with no ideas. No solutions.And sure as hell – no compassion and obligation of service to the tormented human condition. Family, neighbors,Employers and peers. …
Underwater Calm
There is a differenceBetween admirer and friend Lover and soul mateBoth? Chasms presenting as inchesBedrooms to stadiums Those that see, those who observeStay In judgement, admiration or need. I release to pressureDrowning in misperception Them Not the fewKnowingWho know Me.
Ethereal Reunion
Strangers in line. Lifetimes of waiting and putting others first. So many iterations, his and hers. Hers and his. Knowing eventually, our time would come. Now. My ring, and yours. They told us it was impossible.And we always knew different. It’s just such a fucking awesome moment to experiencewith you. We were right. They were …
Volume
If I could record my heart,My love, despair and hope; barely acknowledged. I’d blow the speakers of your mind.The chest of your heart – and anything you hold dear. I’m not a threat.But I present as much. Inward I go; volume decreased. Pointless. Confronted; perhaps cornered.My body sways; rolls and stands walls tall. Octaves …
To be found
A gaze, beyond magnetic. I thought I couldn’t be seen. Not one captured in this lifetime – but from one long since past A story of two; paths so dark, convergent and yet parallel amidst the desert Lost and thrown away, as if by design Our oasis presented The King and Queen of sands.
Freedom
She’s seldom welcomed, but she owns the room. The purpose, hers. Years of running into a wall, when it’s the only way out. Legs firm – her ground secure. Heart centered – purpose claimed. Mind forward – fate designed. Spirit driven; she leaps into her own divinity.