Sing to me and keen on the white-washed wind
of all the spectacle and horror you have seen.
Bring all the colour back and then rescind
the power given where the powers have been.
Lift up your heads from blank and dreamless sleep
and be uncomfortable but be true.
See all iniquities, though they be deep
and they will come to be revealed to you
for what they are, and then you can be gone-
when those who would enslave you in the night
know nothing of the learning of the song.
They never will anticipate your flight.
This cause may leave a heroine unsung,
but one who'll tell the truth to everyone.

We merged in a ferocious kiss,
that happened without any design,
your lips tasted like wine, you felt-
mine the same; wasn't it divine!
then, how did that sea change, happen?
*your love tasted brine so soon,
blood in my veins turned poison.

Long division, twelve red balloons
in the wind, I'm heavy with thoughts
that always keep me grounded,
a heartbeat driving home against
rubber-bands, swelling in paper skin
disintegrating beneath drops of gravity,
people who sound like piano notes
silvery, sustained harmonics
and smell like peaches
feel like home

I want to bloom--

is that the word for it? I want to unfurl,

billow, love unconditionally, fearless

no excuses, there would be no excuses

to be pure in an impure vessel

a spirit hasn't chosen its home

beautiful in my wretchedness,  

salt will still burn like all the others

but i'll be soothed by words of milk

is that strange of me to say, I want

to know the woman I'll be someday

I'm only made of silk and sometimes I tear easily

It might be beautiful when I do, when I break

Elegantly, in private

Wake in the morning, half swept in fantasies

where my fingers have only touched those in dreams

the faces I could never kiss outside

I might even fall in love with you

no one taught me to read before I read.

You say I'm a very sweet, sweet taste.
You're like my favorite coffee.
You are wonderful on your own.
Perfect to me.
To others, different.
You don't need sugar to be perfect.
But since I am your sugar, I'd prefer to be added to your perfection.
To make you feel a little sweeter, a little brighter.

Dark cloud, consort of the rain,
billowing, dense, phantasmagoric, apparition,
             shift--
                     make me a
                     foamy bed, to rest,
                     and a smoky lyre,
                      to make music,
                      give me wings,
                      for my imagination to soar,
                             find me my true love for ever-
                              the ****** white clad maiden of the cloud,
                                the starry eyed angel;
                                  just let me
                                         hover around
                                              with you
                                                       for ever.