Seeing her face reflected; Framed, by widening skies...
  Quietly, to the puddle below her,
she drips the ask of
"Why?"

Wild fires rage (dispersed & contained),
without smoke slipping through your fingers;  
~ Feeling the future is like catching sparks ~
    unseen
  ...

"Silent lulls tell of being known", pulses freely given heart.*
<3

Why? In Oceans' seven ~
with companies of angel fish aplenty; Do we swim,
to kiss the soup of shark...
Fin

Bravely,
I lift my chin,
jugular exposed.
There'll be no fear,
this storm becomes me.
Facing ****** memories,
your essence beads upon dead skin
& cobwebs tangle inside a broken soul;
Seeping out from buried deep within, you return,
with neediness that hunts my flesh & steals nights away.
Our dramas of yesteryears playing out to a shadowed audience.
As howls resound under a blue moon; Let the bite be quick, my death
complete.

When life'*****
you
d
o
w
n
onto
your knees

will
your
eyes
b
e
l
i
e
v
e
                              what you can see.


           F                                          &  
            o                                       A  
              r                                    l     
           e                              w
          v                       a
         e             y
      r . s

Mainlining
e v e r y
poetic
word
THE BUZZ
is
w
o
r
t
h
i
t
.
.
.

Holding a torch to single motherhood with one hand
~ I push the pram of invisibility with the other!

Perhaps I should get a curve hugging costume,
a (wipe-clean) comic strip silhouette of a kickass mother.

**"I'll be doing it all because I can!"

From cherry blossom pink to vivid greens,
a season turns;  This, is not the first          
confetti covered path
we've trodden.

With all our senses [not just the five] look towards those brighter,
clear blue skies, my love.
Watch & wait.

T
i
n
der
of smiles,
c r a c k ling
word sparks,
ignite the
dry.

One                                     
                                                    d           ­                                                               
                                           e                                                        
                               a                                    
                  d                
          leaf       
brown & brittle
hangs upon a branch
Swayed by a Northly wind
     You turned to me,                         
                saying gently                                                   
   you would be gone            long before  
      the tree                  outside your window   
                              lost every one of its leaves                   You                         
                                       forgot                that brighter greens grow                                  
                                        beneath those rough        dark capillaries                                     
                                                which span this                 grey horizon                                              
                                                 Days pass                 shadows shorten                                                 
      & Spring renews            Sun warms       
     our upturned faces   Maybe soon      
                 you'll glimpse that fragile hope                 
                                                  still fluttering          above us                                                   
                            ­                            in the dappled canopy One                                                         
                                 single skeletal leaf       I'd                                   
                        attached­         with a                          
           steel safety pin            
.

The balance shifted,

as the world became silent.

Yet somewhere in the cosmic stillness,

a single lotus flower bloomed.

<3

When
an eye from
the wallpaper,
blinks.
I wonder...
Do
hidden
herbivores
always stink?

You*
stand       there
- naked          & exhausted -
 a silhouette at   twilight;     Bowing to
the     end    of seasons     as a final gold tear
spins...    down   into shadows that lengthen, on this
  brighter day. . .       I will remember,        creaks out  
       from   an open spread of  arms in     a vast greying sky;      
Heard, by listening ears,    which embrace each darkness.
     Every  barest  recollection  -of ever changing filigree        
   falling silently to loom,           (hungry worms    
              feast far below)       where once               
           warmth    shimmered       
         in gentle breezes-      
             Alive forever          
                                               within*  *the                                             
    sleep of our trees.