She is blazing hot,
fire smolders
deep within her soul,
from her fingertips,
she shoots pixie-dust.

She can take you down
with just one squeeze,
her lips will kiss you madly,
hips will rock you
into submission,
make you succumb
to her fiery-will.

And once
she takes you down,
you will never be the same,
your dreams are disrupted,
your heartbeat is irregular,
her fragrance will forever
permeate your body,
as you become a prisoner
to her element.

She was a mysterious one,
forever flirting with disaster,
seeking a higher place,
changes to her genetics.

She was not frantic,
so very deliberate,
floating ethereal,
a denizen of the night,
seeking her blue injection.

She swam in the grey,
hid amongst the tombstones
listening to the dead,
calling her out with
sultry-provocation.

She swirled
inside her mind,
met the fluid-dreamer,
who filled her
with his alteration,
an image of the purity
she so desperately sought.

She loved the dirt
he gave her
& she craved him,
another mysterious one,
another denizen of the night,
altered forever
under the moonlight.

And they're not coming back, ever.

It's too cold to sweat
and I'm only cycling for a reason to be tired,
to be warm later on by the radiator fire,
to escape mad house choirs
that sing no song of comfort.

Time away from time
is how the modern stay young,
ski run routes that lead around towns
and back again through the Daily Mail nowhere-snow
that never came nor will ever come.

Go ahead,
you castaway,
spread your arms
wide open,
embrace the sun,
kiss it,
stroke the wind
with a fiery-spirit,
spin wildly,
mold yourself
into a new galaxy,
let your mind
create
a bigger universe,
you have the energy,
you have mystical ways
& you know you do.
So smile you.

You took my breath away,
made my knees weak,
I fell at your feet,
savored your pretty toes,
then you gave it back.

I am fallen yet,
no regrets &
still crumbled,
'cause
I thought you would stay.
Lord knows.

I love to escape
from the daily doldrums.
These days (and nights)
it seems like all I do
is fade in and out
of poetry,
penning
some true stories
of my own,
revealing real emotions,
trying to connect
to other creative people.

And if one of my pieces
hits your bull's eye,
makes your heart melt,
gives you goose bumps,
then I'd say
I hit my mark,
created a bit of a spark.

O sweet,
I am ever so grateful
to be understood,
even if it is
just in verse & rhyme.

You can be my muse anytime
& take me down
with your heartfelt words.
I hope you're reading me darling.

Write me one soon Miss Muse.