I dance the twisted grind of twilight
As tambourine and sitar play
Heavy shadows of fog roll down off of mountain top
Firelight casting me fifteen feet high
Serpent goddess born of ash
My phoenix heart in tune with Saint Helen's expanding lungs
Primal
Crowd swells and ebbs around my writhing form
Each entranced by hip and shoulder roll
Amber eyes reflect pools of liquid gold
Sinking into the waiting palm of divinity
The scent of my arousal permeates  
I am  woman
I am  power
I am  *life

Walking the river.
As I walk the river banks
The water seems to flow as if it was following me.
The trees with their branches sum the touch of water to drink.
The river is so quiet that it is nice to walk along just to think.
The birds are flying above the trees ready to take a fish they might see.
The sun it sets and the glare makes the water shine in different colors.
I enjoy a walk along the river and to see all that there.

we’re all mysterious
by moonlight, so hush
now and sleep so I can
watch you.  

I love the way your eyelashes
flutter against your cheek,
eyes dancing behind eyelids
caked in mocha shadow and the
smeared eyeliner you
forgot to wash off again.  

I’d like to think that you’re
dreaming of me, but you don’t
even know I’m here.

I let my arms fall like a ****** addict after his last dose
giving in to making myself feel better by sacrificing my physical body is nothing new to me
how can a ten year old girl relate to a druggie on an emotional level like he isn't her dad or anything
relatives are always there to break the thought of forgetting you aren’t as pretty as you think
have you gained a few pounds
whyd you dye your hair that color
who let you out of the house like that
does your mother look at you in the morning
doesn’t anyone else have the nerve to tell you everything you are is not good enough
you attract the wrong people
you are too emotional
too loud
too quiet
too weird
too scarred
no one cares about your problems stop shoving them down people’s throats
but somehow
I always end up the one gagging

Hope you had a good night’s sleep Faye
He coos holding the cup to her lip
Nice isn’t it the morn’s first sip
And be ready for a lovely day!

By the way sweetie I had a good sleep
Long, dreamless, deep
If I don’t count that recurring nightmare
You’re sitting broken on your favorite chair!

Can’t stand to see you broken that way
From me you ever being taken away
And one morn here I’m alone to weep
Not holding a cup to Faye’s lip!

You know sweetie I meant it true
When I said would die without you
For you my love is so deep grown
I see it mirrored in the rusted bone!*

Faye’s eyes don’t move a blink
His words in her quietly sink
There’s a thrill in her timeworn bone
That her man would never have tea alone.

I wish I had wings
To take me away
Lessen my burden
Please beg me to stay
Lick my wounds
Soften my heart
Ease my mind
Give me a part
Of something special
That's only mine
Because God knows
I don't own my mind
Give me strength
To just accept
All the secrets
*I have kept