Don't dare to argue with a woman's intuition!
I mean her telepathic, liar-detecting capabilities. I mean sometimes you make her feel like she is on a mission.

You come holding flowers of peace, logic and love. Ignoring that sense that doesn't have a number. From the Guts of the ocean flooding. Your crashing waves and patterns, she can smell. Even if you're thousands of miles away. Or beside her laying the hay.

Man don't you understand? Dissing a woman's intuition is forbidden! Strictly when it has to do with other. Women.

Relived
it's a wrap
between the lines I drowned
sometimes I laughed
many others I cried
you were heavy to carry around
you weren't even mine

Today I read the last few lines
to relaize there is
an ending to every beginning

So the last page I turned
and the borrowed Book
I returned

Barefoot silhouettes
in the sand dancing;
to the burning flames
they're not attaching.

To the lulling waves escaping;
its vibes, inhaling.
Salty splashes
our wounds purifying
into beautiful scars modifying.

1 step, closer
breathe that fire, down my neck
be you, be the western Dragon
sprout your claws.
DIG them harder;
blood, sweat, coconut oil, magical spells
this skin is FORTIFIED, don't hold back.

2 steps higher, breathe that fire
the damp nights ignite
your wings spread & stretch.
Under the showering crystal stars
My eyes and your Labradorite -
blue eyes we'll close.

On serenity's fumes
together we'll get high
transcending into orange, ruby hues.
your forbidden Obsidian thoughts LIBERATE!
the knight's sword we'll evade

2 steps down, to the warm sand-
dancing we go back.
Breathe that fire, one more time
for your princess's levity, not indemnity

Flames out, they go
the night hand in hand they took
kissed goodbye
to the pink skies, said hello.

With the sun's golden strings and his big green wings
His gypsy princess swaddled and cuddled.