we're one
my tongue
blindly searching
for the secret softness
of the skin
goes down
closing the distance
reaching the
dark pink of
your brain.

Your hair looks gorgeous.
And the dress? Simply stunning.
The brilliant red of the lipstick
keeps me fixated on your beauty.

The coat is a perfect fit
and the diamonds tie it all together
so wonderfully.

But maybe
just this once
you'd be willing to take off the mask?

The Ocean is my emotion-
it Changes like the tide.
Like shells that drift away-
it's often swept aside.

A Whale, the largest of mammals-
it is the heart of the sea.
A heart that moves in places-
it never wishes to be.

No one can stop this beautiful whale-
though frankly many have tried.
You can possibly hurt and scare the whale-
but cannot break what's inside.

A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.

I see you
I see me
Not being chosen
I see you having more fun
I see you walk by in your seducing scarlet jumpsuit casuallly dismissing me
I see your lips with a dark shade of  maroon moving and not a single moment of silence
I see your hazel brown eyes not even glancing  towards me
I see the red-brown of your hair but they face me
I see your long silver earings dangling and shaking as you laugh
I see the golden bracelets in your hand  slide back as you tie your hair
I see you
I see me
                             All alone