What colors are the stars?
I asked her,
a spectrum of
twinkling hues
cast against the
ceiling,
blinking from
the beast's shell.
What magic she must perceive
behind her eyes?
Ancient stories
wrought in the fabric
of her DNA,
distant memories
ages old
of times around
the fires.

Winds cry happy
weep no loss
earth shake sunder
bear no cost
sun crack her whip to ray on sight
clay moons a face at huest fright

oceans roar ******* wave
across life's shore her open gaze
a snow white ***** to kiss of truth
at mothers ****** on the tooth

like inferno my love is radiant ‘
my charm is luminous,
It burn with lust ,
with a soul so bright,
It  with light with energy  
It ignite with pleasure,
My lips so furry
They’ll strike like thunder
  To love so timeless ,
  baked with valor ,
    
flow within me ,
let me edify your philia
I am shelled with sensual
There’s tender within me ,
It flames my epiphany,
it arouse my sanity ,
with splendor ,
It gravitates ,with serene ,
To the thriller’s of life
It colors with spark
Its flares with appeal
Its beyond glory

you picked me up
and spread me apart
over and over
leaving your notes
in the margins
and fingerprints
on my pages.
now no matter
who reads me
all they can see is you,
staining each page
with blue ink
and a hopeful heart.

It's always terrible talking to a stranger.
You realise that they say the things people around you are thinking.

You see how your close ones have carved a tone especially for you.
One, a stranger does not use.

It's always scary conversing with a stranger.
It's like sprinkling salt on an open wound.
Raw. Real. And undeniably painful.