Yes it's time
time for me to
spiral up into new magnetic forces
a whirlpool of energies
They draw me to them
beckon me
with enticing whispers:
"Come closer"
and bit by bit
I am lured
to that river of
multi-hued edges
listening to the wild rapids
my heart beating with them
My eyes search
For the shy animals within the rushes
and I spot a golden eye, a whisker
As if bewitched,
I stumble forward
lovingly guided
by my own inner wilderness
no resistance
for
I am just where I want to be
in this river of colors
its currents rushing through me
refreshing all of the dark inner corners
pouring through my pores
reviving dead skin
my organs welcoming rejuvenation
one by one by one
I walk slowly
to relish
the coolness
let my fingers drift in the clarity
let my mind cleanse and be cleansed
from those metallic acids that stung
like salt in a wound
past poisons unweave themselves
from my karma like lanterns released
into a vibrant dusk
O River
Purify me
Drench me in sweet, liquid sparkle
Make me shimmer again from deep within
Draw out my dusty melancholy
And release it into your mellow,
                               rhythmic ebb and flow
Let me ride your mellifluous tides
Let my swamplands rise up
                                        and glow
in the sacred dance of darkness
of light
of sensuality
I am ready to dive in
I am ready to get
totally
         and completely
wet

This sacred blood is on fire
           to the point of boiling over
A divine pact between
            celestial realms
has been reached
In this ruined temple
a glow exists
just inside the doorway
if you delicately step
over that tender threshold
you will see it for the burning
        Yes, there is a heat rising.
Steamed in sacrifice
I pull back the hood of my anger
and pour it into the vessel
It is time for release
of the pent-up embers
          and jagged ribbons held in stubborn fists
I give it over
like gifts to a demon,
letting it drip from my fingers.
It is time to open up that pit of flames
        cool it with turquoise and violet
I look up
through the strands of time
to witness the pulses of magic
               That inner life force
has been re-kindled, gently
not in the clenched jaws of anger
           but in the wispy trance of joy      
As the stars commune above me,
I am on another sort of constellation
tripping over planets undiscovered
             watching them burst from the stars
There is no known language for this
                only soft-tipped nuance
Words as yet undefined
trip over my tongue
in tiny bits of turbulence
as I am swept up
in the current
             No stopping me now.
I dive into a long-awaited ocean
where I am lit up from within,
flowing over in gratitude
Deep inside
an incandescent glow
blooms
in what was once
a void

I have been swimming in this
hot, bitter ocean
for way too long
And now it is time
for me to taste a new kind of salt
                         one not of tears
but one of unlocked secrets
from deep within the earth
mineral projections
of rooted reflections
             myriad rhythms
that cause us to dance
and weave in primal wildness
beneath the stars
as fires of night gleam gently
and the magic of unspoken words
lies moist upon our tongues.
Now, let the fiesta
of new tastes
begin
from the lips
and work its way down
Let there be a a celebration
of new thoughts
and electrified delights
to awaken the senses
and ignite the mind
as the textures of ancient runes
grace our skin
Let the discoveries
of hidden wisdoms
come to the fore,
wild roots that pour out
             from the voices of within
Slowly, I rise from that saliferous
liquid, taking in the new flavors….
                not only the sweet –
although that is
for your loving eyes
                   not only the pungent-
which rings of the deeper layers unseen
but also the bitter
as a reminder of the days
when I tasted my tears,
not realizing that
even salt has the
velvet sweetness
of victory

I want to be loved
right through to my
      dark edges
where indigo smoke,
as mystical as night,
curls up to envelope you
I want that haziness    
     to penetrate
the fire in your eyes
as they mist over
two deep pools of wild
liquid-colored lava
I want to kiss you deep
right down to the embers
take them upon my tongue
      even if they burn
Let them smolder
Let the frayed vibrations
of our union
drip into magic
Let a new consciousness melt
into the realms of our minds
in an electric-toned hue of spirals
Let the love that has been
sealed inside
           go ultraviolet
          with every single breath
and all the poison of past battles
burn away
to reveal the buds of spring
as they burst through
layers of ice,
of ash
of obsidian
for even the most tender
of shoots can unfurl
in a magic that
defies the logic of suffering
and conjures
the language of miracles

I am bursting up and out
       into the flow of the stars
pulled into the night air
      as if by magnetic forces
I am colliding with comets
        yet not quite exploding
it's that ecstatic moment
      just before the tiny lights run
from toes to head in electric pleasure
          harmony with the universe
vibrates within
                pulses in aurora arcs
I am a space traveler
      my soul light glowing
unto the earth
   freshly released from the dark
in perfect syncopation
It is ecstasy without losing total control
It is beauty within sultry beauty
It is the letting go
          of temporary madness
the culmination of much awareness
                         a celebration of inner knowledge
It is so tangible I can taste it
and as dewdrops
of rainbow light prisms
dance upon my tongue
I am beaming
thankful
Oh so thankful
               for all
I now become

After this mortal storm
wanes
and ceases
I venture outside
     to pick up the pieces
The stars have been
wind-whipped
stirred into a frenzy
like a merry-go round
in a blender,
         shaken intensely
Yes, those stars up way beyond
whirled about
they cast their spell
they made me shout
Like a ship on high tide
I was thrown for a loop
tossed against
backwinds
and wrenched up
from the root
With an archer's practiced,
                     steady mark
You aimed and fired
piercing my dark
So now, after that fiery arrow
             hit true
I must pick up the pieces
From the heart that blew

I want to be wrapped in soft shades
      of shimmering blue
celestial greens
deep, dark violet hues
I want to be
       held firm and steadied
yet rocked by chisled grace
I want my inner light
     to flow right over,
beaming all over the place
I want to be strummed
until
the tunes reach ethereal notes
      crescendo or staccato
whatever makes time float
I want magic in my palms
       as I cup your gentle face
I want to get electric
inside your firm embrace
      I  want to feel *******
when your eyes are on my soul
I want to feel that tension
build up and juice my flow
Yes.
      I am ready for connection
ready for oceans to break down walls
No longer afraid of waiting
Bring it on!
     I want it all

Today I wish to
take sadness and
throw it
to the winds!
Let a new dawning occur
as I spread silky wings
I will create a blue fire,
Ignite my own spark
Yes
I have been enough
in my cave
enough in the dark
My heart pumps blood
it lights up my veins
The calm pulse of my breathing
Soothes away all pains
My worries are, like feathers,
simply floating away
Oh, I know I can do this
even just for today.

If only you could feel
the tiny tremors
beneath my skin
   How they reverberate
become earthquakes
along the lines of my veins
the map drawn to my heart
     and all is shaking
along my spine
miniscule shivers
that send signals
up and out
      over desert mountains
into night air
over forest and verdant shadows
into the vast regions
of light and deep darkness
      into the realms of your mind  
swirling about
through your bloodstream
muscles pumping the message
via tenuous threads
nerves and tissue protecting
the delicate circling of
what I hold dear:
       nestled precious
your heart
Yes your heart
so very far
yet inside me,
      so near

I go about my day
good mother that I am
No one understands
How when I stop moving
                           cooking
                           helping
                          cleaning
                      ­   teaching
                         hugging
           mending little hearts    
No one can understand
How my own heart is   longing
                                  craving
               ­                  missing
                                cracking
                ­                splitting
not quitting
                    yet breaking
No one knows of my secret pain
buried deep inside
within fissures of steaming earth
My passion fighting
to be released
from my burning skin
My heart beats out twigs and soil
as it clamours to be loved
My hands reach out
to the stars
into the void of endless want
Help me, heavens above
My empty lips implore
Let my prayers be
answered, too

I want more

I wanted
    yes, so much
firey whispers
to glow in the black
I wanted
         yes, so wide
my skin under
  your burning
lips to brand me
as the night kissed dawn
I wanted
         Yes, so deeply
    to breathe in the wisps
of this new softness
   as you coaxed out mine
like a shy snail
Now the night
        comforts
as tears do flow
stain cheeks
as I strain to retain
             lost words
promises not kept
yet not quite made
so what was I expecting
perhaps
Magic

How social media
can run through fingers
like silk
easy to glide
pleasing to the eye
No one can actually see
the jagged edges

Sometimes they are rocks
that slice through tender
skin as you climb them
Sometimes they are
rough-cut jewels,
still ensconced
in earth and roots
glowing yet raw

Sometimes, perhaps most,
the silken threads are real
The joy that shines through
exists.
Only later, off camera
rough ropes can burn
words can sting as cuts

In a turn of a heartbeat
They tie you
restrain limbs
try to break you
Well, I say
They cannot
restrain my glow.
That shines no matter what.
And, like magic
I will turn those rope burns
into silken kisses
that heal
release the pain into cool, night air
and break free
of illusion

My thoughts
        flow up into the trees
like paper lanterns
released by eager
and giving hands
They fill up the night
with their rectangles  
of light                    
They create blazes
that are sometimes
               soft and
sometimes ever-strong
and I ponder
upon where they will reach
         ponder who the dreamers are
that release them
so willingly
Dreamers such as I
who relish the act of thinking
Yes, we navigate
through the dream-realms
steer the hidden rudder
of our destinies
We flow
as we glow
and turn the
captain's wheel
toward destinations unknown

Now I release my lantern
let it reach out unto the stars
until it glides
and slides into the night
into universes
of other worlds
alternate realities      
where I sometimes
visit
sometimes dreaming
my silken wishes
into reality

..and we can only give
what we can give.
I opened myself
and handed it to you
in trust
peeled back the layers
of onionskin
as they fell
upon the ground.

My heart,
in shining pieces,
glows like diamonds
fresh from the earth
raw, rough
yet ever-true
pumping blood and lust
giving it so darkly
yet with infinite light.
My heart, yes, my heart
Only this
is what I have
to give to you.

How I wanted
          to catch
the pulses of light
to cup them in my hands
and hold them
like precious chalices
made of fine materials.
Yet they seem to have passed
so **** quickly
along the overhead beams
like a conveyor belt
in a love factory.
How I wanted
             to capture
their flames
like fireflies in a jar
so many points of luster
an inner glowing
up into the realms of faith
of wisdom
of kindness
of pleasure
How I wanted
          to light you up
and be lit from within
for our points of darkness
to meet and explode
as shooting stars
bound for the same orbit
expanding until they could
enfold it all.

Now
it is up to me.
I must calm
the heart and mind
caught up
in turbulence,
storms of inner fires
I must calm the winds
lest my deepest self
blow away
I must save myself
before morning
and let sleep caress
my inner wounds
let the bounds of
lovingness
forgive me
as I forgive myself
for loving.

This might not be
what you want to hear.
But in your absence,
I flourish.
      I thought I would wither
like a languid lily
but instead, I have
perked myself up
       and glow,
without even
trying
like so many
    hydrangeas in the garden
Luscious, unfurling
Waxy in their freshness

So, my dear,
I will let you
flow out
      into your new sphere
as I
happily
flow into mine.
       Yes, a new adventure
that redefines

I have wanted you
for so **** long
and now ....

Well, just look!
Those light fractals
forming prisms of rainbows?
That is the health of me
and my soul
        My soul rising up above stars
finding me, again
So thank you..
This release is without anger, only love
        Will always love you
but letting you go
has been
        beautiful

The night
unwraps our dreams
offers them up
as dark gifts
to the guardians
and goddesses,
a silken obsidian
cloak studded
with hints
of quartz or
tiger's eye
some black, some gold,
all glowing
as the embers
of tomorrow
gleam in our eyes

You rise up
        in the room
of my heart
like those gentle
       spirits,
Nightly
you whisper words
that trip over
         the tongue
and slip down
the silk of my body    
        swirling and whirling
into silvery dreams
as I sleep
       weaving patterns
in my mind
and staining my thoughts
        with love

My thoughts
have  become
      as iridescent
as tiny pearls
of dewdrops
     They are enough
to fill a spider's web
and make it sparkle
      They are enough
to quench my aching thirst
for each one is filled
         with whole worlds
other dimensions
that only we,
     in our secret language of
matching souls,
can behold

Deep inside,
it is about to burst out
to come up through
my skin
Flowers weaving through
my ribcage
my lungs, breathing
cannot stop them
as they wind their way
and push through
An entire garden
growing in my heart
I am ready, so ready
for the next, most
beautiful part
Irises, roses, hyacinth
flourish in full bloom
Crocus bluebell coxcomb...
They burst their colors,
making room

Take me to a higher place,
let me give of myself fully
Let this love wash over me
in a sacred river's rush
let inner joy course through my veins
let me open myself to trust
I want its head to rear up
petals to burst open
as the stamen stands with pride
This will come
it will happen soon
For there is nothing more
to hide

And I cry
for so many losses
so many ties
that burn, that bind
waving in a lit-up
trail of dark..
there is the Starman
now up above in his glory
his beautiful music forever
penetrating
our souls
There is the precious love
of a friend, gone her way
leaving him to mourn her glow
So many others..actors,
musicians of our youth

And what of my precious love?
He lives. Yes, he lives
yet is no longer
mine, perhaps
never was
just an illusion of light
in my ever long tunnel
of sparkling darkness.

And now
I gather up
the shards
put back together
my heart of
glass

I spread my hands
and look at each finger.
Over each curve and crevice
my eyes linger.
Chapped skin, rough-hewn
but also smoothness,
untapped youth
I reach out
my white-silver nails
catching light's gleam
rings sparkling.

I wonder
what lies beyond
the knowledge of my skin
So many storms have taken
over lately
These hands
that have risen up
in prayer and supplication
to the heavens above
These hands
that have wished
to cup a certain face
in love

These hands that cook and clean
and tidy up
that have poured countless teas
into countless cups
Hands that offer hugs
smooth back hair
that put on plasters
and mend a tear
And what, I ask, will be?
Where am I?
Who takes care of me?

For these hands
connect to arms
that wish to hug and be hugged
These arms on a body
that so needs to be loved
This body a temple
to my mind and heart
that need tender care,
that need a new start

I gaze outside
The moon is ripe and round
It glows in the shadows
as the stars peek out
There is crispness in the air
Hope in the winds
I put on my gloves
to protect
tender skin

Saturday morning
we cuddle in bed
My sweet little owl,
her darling head
on the pillow next to me
as she chirps away,
welcoming morning
before it turns into day.
She tells me her stories,
of her dreams in the night
This is her time, also
to ask questions about life.
How does the body work?
How is metal made?
Where do stars come from?
And then, without further delay...
We spring from the covers,
in giggly delight
For now, we make pancakes!
Her sweet help ensures
that they always taste right
We giggle like monkeys,
partners in crime
Yes, Saturday morning
is our precious time

It just goes on and on
doesn’t stop
and won’t
even if you try to turn me
into a glacier
even if my next stop
is one ice floe over
only the seals and whales
for company
I am going to love you
into the thaw
melt the ice
around your heart
Again and again and again
until the water will flow
and buoy me up
put me in the
path of your ocean
and we shall be carried
in the currents
until they merge

The last time I saw you
was in 2011

You tousled my son's hair
cupped my daughter's chin
in front of the museum
You met me
in your black business suit
as the thick heat
of New York City
coated us

Your grandchildren stared at you,
smiled in shy half-moons
before my mom
took them home.
Then,
just you and I.

We sat for a cold moment
in the restaurant.
I longed for
something more personal
than a swank Upper West Side
joint, and ate nothing
Only water could
slide down
my throat,
and words stuck there

I was thirsty
for the you I had known
A big bear hug
dancing in the living room
to Olivia Newton-John
How you swung me around
and we laughed, my hair flying

I was thirsty
for our secret language
created one summer
for our silly jokes
in restaurants,
people-watching
on Second Avenue
the 80s punks in
East European diners
eating potato perogin
after their long night out

You disappeared on me
             and then
after she, my sweetest star,
got sick
you reappeared
calling me every day
to check up on the flowers
in your garden
How you came back
to water it
in your own way

and now
I am only waiting to
cross the oceans,
fly straight into
your arms,
enfold your once-infinite
bear hug invincibility
into my fragile
heart

God, it's taking ages,
this withdrawal

For I still love you

God, it feels like forever
broken up in pieces

For I still love
you

My God
how I try
to hold back

For I still
      
love    

you.

I have never
taken hard drugs
but I imagine
that my addiction to you
is similar to *******
or crystal ****
for that angel dust
has covered me
like the most delicate of snows
rock hard ice that penetrates
just beneath my skin
Yes, you have taken
me for a sleigh ride
that white dust all over
I try to shake it off my heart
but it sticks like that first
gentle sugary snowfall
sparkling and so pure.
I could fall right into its depth
and start making snow
angels, moving my legs and arms,
up and down
back and forth
oh what a searing cold
between gloves and sleeves
freeze-burning my wrists
yet I would keep going
just to see the imprint
afterwards that,
like a faded shadow lost
in time and space,
looks like a remnant
of our
love

She sits
looks up
at the stars,
eyes a-light
with turquoise fire
Her dreams weave
a tapestry of colors
and dancing stars
She might not know it,
but her heart is pure
like the arc of a moonbeam
Her hands cup sunlight
which she sips like water
and it glows out from her
Both warrioress
and artist,
feet on ground
yet dreams celestial
her inner wisdom shines
with what in these fourteen years
she has learned
and will always know
So there she sits
humming a sweet song
There she sits
and glows

One night
as I pondered the stars
and let my heart reach
up and out
A wish made
into the night
unto the Universe
for Life
and inner peace
to truly come
For the zest of living
and all its workings
to take place
I received a special signal
an inter-galactic message
and answer, if you will
without expecting
without
even being
fully aware,
my head turned
to the constellations,
to the planets above
and my heart became
one with the stars
spiraling into
previously unknown
orbits
and taking my soul with
for a ride
A trip that is still
spinning me
on my axis..
as I try to hold on,
I am tripping on the light
as it pours into
this sacred vessel
A molecular re-working
that is building up
lost tissue, found
Bloodflow restored
and roaring like a river
And I am
opening up
like
a rare species
of flower
a breed of vegetation
uncategorized
unrecorded
by humans

I never expected
this to happen
Perhaps my spirit guides
do watch over me
Angels who know
darkness
while shining light
who know
pain
yet beat out
healing
from their
wings

Oct. 11 2015

Swish
opens the fridge
*Crack
goes the shell
a gentle
bloop
of milk
A fork,
to stir it well
African beats
take over
and I could
sway my hips
then
sizzle
of butter
in the pan
a bubbling hissss
as it flips
Yellow and white
meld together
sliding over
the plate
and shake
of salt, then pepper
to taste
I can barely wait!
Here it sits,
on my dish ---
a perfect
circle of sun,
bright even
on cloudy days
and mmmm
delicious
on the tongue.

To the tunes
of my favorite music
I dance
as tears stream down
my tender cheek.
All I wanted was love.
All I wanted
was soul's relief.

All I know is that
I have loved
and still do
This bursting
in my heart
will not reside
I attempt to will it away
with magic, with potions
but it keeps
its embers
quite alive

Embers that dance into flame
flames that rise and rise
smoke that wisps
into your form
as I turn away my eyes

And I know
that like a phoenix
I will rise up
and love again
I will survive this difficult time
and I will flourish
until the end

In the meantime
I feel like exploding
into a thousand pieces ---
this ball of fire unfulfilled.
But I let myself feel anyway,
lest I turn to alabaster,
for I always prefer the passion
rather than be chilled

Put your
     rough-hewn hands  
around my
       fullness
hold it like a
         precious,
fragile cup

Drink from me,
       for desire
runneth over.

Love me
in the most
    vast
way
    possible

let my petals open
one
   by
     precious
one
only for you

as my light
     turns a tender
shade of blue

for my soul's skin
   is imprinted
with your
    infinite
tattoo

I brandish
my sword
don my
war boots
Yes
This is a battle
and I
am set
on winning

You will
not push
me aside,
No.
This
does not
happen.
Good girls
Also
Speak out
we fight
for our
rights
more than
you know
And we are
Hell-bent
on getting
our way
We glide
in the air
as samurais
and take
what is ours
rightfully
often in quiet
heated flair
And you
My warrior
Of light
And darkness
I take back
what you took
from me
I claim
my rights
to love you
yet
choose
when this
will be

My safe place
is not so safe
anymore.

Tinged with
wisps of passion,
second-hand smoke.
Forbidden memories
curl around
my heart.

The keyboard
looks up at me,
in pregnant
silence.

It knows.
It has the power
to unlock
earthly secrets.

It sits
like an archeologist
on a mission,
ready to unearth
old texts
private messages
never meant to be
seen by others

I stare at it.
My heart is there.
Those texts
and the white space
in between

I want my space back.
For it is mine, only mine
way before I let you
push in
My place
to dream
to dance
to let imagination
fly.
After all….
this is how
you arrived


So now, I summon
myself
And in one
simple act,
I take it back.
Just like that.

I release you
back into cyberspace,
from whence you came.
My lessons
have been learned.
I now say
No to pain.

Keyboard,
welcome back.
I crown you
Guardian of
my Safe Place.
My music,
my poetry.
Where imagination
runs wild,
My inner sanctum
of peace.
This has always been
and will always be
my landscape
of
release.

I  wish
to have
a love
not swathed
over futile lines
of white washed
paper flowers
that creep up
upon the trellis
as I stand
in frozen
princess-like
stance
but wild horses
ready to break
down the door
as they burst in
to capture me
their perfect
imperfections
matching mine
as we dance the dance
of intimate waves

I am ready
To be shaken
in the wind
my heart a-stir
yet gently grounded
as leaves fall
to the ground
I want the magic
of the small things
to light me up
even during times
of routine
Yes the stars are vast
And we will be under them
As we gaze beyond time
Yet also
create our
special brand of wonder
within the tiny ways
of the day to day

Finally!
This witch can
leave the cauldron…
for she is
no longer
under your spell..
it doesn’t even matter
whether you,
a warlock of words,
somehow know
or can tell
She is free
of darkened spells casted
that get blood flowing
Free from runes
and poetic vibes
sent unknowing
Free
of the clutter
of secrecy
and magic potions
Free
To fly in widened,
expansive motions
As if on some sacred
timeless dance floor
Arms arisen
she swings her hips
as sensual verse
flows from her lips

Her emotions are wild, now
With liberation given
A loving gift
she has given herself
So raise the glass
For she has found herself again
Time for celebration…
So let's commence
the festival
of true
emancipation

And I,
a goddess of the moon
do wax and wane
in my orbit
radiating light
as it fills up
every pore..
Every beat
of my heart
a testament
to the battles
and victories
of my fight
And to you, my loves
I will always
give my all
every
    single
      precious
        moment
of every day
and night

And I
am woman
of woman
of woman
Those who Love me
receive the prize
that soft, lush
succulence
between my
velvet thighs
Those who cherish me
receive the
finest cream
once it's on your tongue
you'll be spinning in
a dream
Those who unwrap
my heart
like a gift,
a libation
Will feel me
give my all
at the highest
vibration
Those who dig
With tenderness
to reveal
the secret root…
their reward will be vast
as my love
bears its fruit

And I am finally ready
to let you go
with a snap
of fingers
a toss of hair
like arcs of
autumn leaves
thrown
up into air
leafy shadows
of light
illuminating
my face
as I remove you
from my
personal
space
Once you were
my sunset glow
brilliant colors
juicing my flow
now I release them
back to the source
how nature helps
this
liberation force

Apparently
the lines are down
and communication is ******
No way to get through
and I find myself here
sitting so deeply stuck
I only wish
To somehow create
a telephone line
straight to your heart
to tune it up
and tune it in
to fix it
make it
spew sparks
I want to ensure
that the lines will work
No matter how, no matter when
In all weather conditions
Or natural disasters
Floods or tornados
Wild winds that whip
Will not stop us
I want us to have
easy access
to those thoughts and words
that seem to fly
with witchlike magic
into our brains
into our minds
and directly into my lines
making me so high
What shame to be cut off
when the router has already found you
Your satellite
is floating around the planet
of my heart
and I am sending signals...
even if they are made from smoke
I care not
As long as they reach you
in the right place
at the right time
As long as you know
that somehow---
You're divinely
mine

In union
expectations are high
Mine were so high for you
and I still want
a kind of perfection
in imperfectness

Now after so many years
I long for the melting
of your ice walls
Such a long tunnel ---
But hey,
bring on the torches.

Let the waters start to drip
and run
Let my slake my thirst
for what is not
Let me be a vessel
for those sacred waters
to fill me up
Let my desert
be plunged
into an ocean
of endless
glory
What we always wanted, no?
Now I must face my journey
on this tundra
an icy desert,
at home with you,
yet alone

I guess
You could not handle
me
and I was so open to you
A Queen accepting
visitors, you ---
a special sort of knight
but in the end,
a coward

Queens also get hurt.
And this one
must now banish you
from the kingdom

So take your wounded horse
and fly

Here,
where there are
stands on wheels
and plastic bags
marked with long,
medicinal names
Here,
where children
must endure
fear and
so many
****** of pain
Here,
also exists
a world of perspective
and a world of kindness, too
a world of hope
and understanding
with dedication
true.

Here
Another world exists
and my heart
wishes to fly into
each and every room
and offer comfort
to these tender souls
to tend to them as flowers,
to watch them shine
and bloom
Hush now, no more tears
Let the pain disperse
into the air
We know that you are fighting
and that life is not always fair
Here
the doctors and nurses
are tough angels…
unable to be soft
yet not hardened
kind and strength-giving
as they administer the
remedies
to sweet children
at all ages
and all stages
not letting their disease
be pardoned

I know that the most strength
Comes from the Beautiful Child herself:
And she is my shining,
amazing being,
my Pixie of hope, my gorgeous elf.
I send my prayers
Up above
And thank the Universe
The stars
For giving us a freedom
A strength that is only ours
For releasing that unwanted thing
For giving us a miracle
And I raise my head up to the skies
Bless the spiritual
mental
and physical
And we continue
This process
of medicine
to keep it all away
just once a month
for a few hours
and exactly
four days

"May she always
and only be healthy"
are the words and prayers
to go with this endeavor
yes, only Happy and Healthy
from this day
onwards
into
her own
Vitalic
Successful
Forever

(Amen)

Do not be lured
by false gods and poets
for their words will
pull you in
You will be dizzied
and stunned
as they raise false hopes
as they caress you
beneath your very skin

You will feel on top of the world
until they let you fall
with  a harsh bang and a crash
You will have to get out your armies
And release weapons
from your private stash

Your heart has the potential
to be trampled
as their swirling fairy  words
march on
and the more you
let them
stay inside
the harder it is to move on

So take heed,
Those of sensitive soul
Do not let your emotions fool you
The ones who have tenderly
Spun you to gold
Will, with your own feelings,
try to rule you
Pull out while you can
And hope for better days
Try to find some light
In the dark
Now is the time
to work on yourselves
and ignite your own
passionate spark.

No one can see me
who I am
not really
but somehow
from so far away
you have
beyond just seen
you have looked into
those deep and mysterious places
with recognition

And I am but naked
under your gaze
I have been brought
to that slow
timeless place
where clocks stop
and the silken gauze of you
wisps around me
does its delicate inner weaving
healing my cuts, my burns
and staunching
the tears and
glass-cut
bleeding

My heart pounds
because I know
the truth
I know that
The best has come now
When has gone
The first fruited blush
Of youth
  
I know this
And I am constantly wrapped
In the tendrils of a decision
To be made
For my choice
Must be made with utmost care
And love

And I am both honored
and blessed
to fulfill
this higher quest
and waiting for the day
to take my heart out
from my chest
and follow it
to the heavens
where true fulfillment
does reside

and take you
in my arms
with honor
and silent pride

Fact or fiction?

You spin such wonderful tales
and I am caught
like a tiny spider
Lured into my own web
as well as yours
How I wish I could know
whether the stories
that dizzy and stun me
are true..for they intoxicate me
like the finest wine

How I wish I could be
wrapped up in the layers
of that soft, spongy web
you spin round my heart
Protecting me from life's hurts
But at this point
I cannot know whether the
Sweet sting
Is that of poison
Or elixir
manacle or miracle
old wives' tale
or fairy tale come true
and if I struggle to break free
whether I will be relieved
that I got away
or crushed
that I have lost
this silvery wisp
of a chance
forever

She couldn't explain, how---
after the vast crawl
through the
Arctic tunnel -
at one point too dark
to even
cry mercy--
how, suddenly,
moonbeams emanate
upon the ceiling of ice

"Drop the ropes!"
she calls back
and the ice pick echo stops
Her team's eyes lifted above
candles snuffed
flashlights out
for along the glistening rock
a colorburst of illumination
ancient dancing patterns
flickering archipelagos
and she cannot understand
why all eyes
are suddenly on her…
just pregnant silence
without explanation

She only knows
That there is
a coolness
in her solar plexus
where heat once burned
when a private sort of hell
used to flicker and churn

Tendrils of light
reach out
"It's ..me" she says, astounded
For she had just been pulled
from the jet-darked skies…
as the dusk
gets  electricified..

and now
she floats
like a dance floor goddess
lost in
rhythmic paradise
whose switch for joy
has been flicked
to ON

And I,
I am in no man's land
caught between continents
straddled between seas
as they roll
from the deep
and splash up on my knees

I am in between
a place
of light emerging
upon my face upturned
a kind of healing on the way
and also of emotion surging
rough waters breaking
on the quay

I cannot control it
cannot take it anymore
having such multiple times
to peel my heart from the floor

I wander here, in this land
pick strange fruit from the trees
I forage for berries
following birds and the echoes of bees

I look around
And try to see the wonder,
as lightning strikes down
as the skies rage in thunder

I am looking for you
but cannot find your presence
and at dusk,
in my loneliness
here I learn my lessons

For I seem to be cursed
to wander my days
In this in between place
Of longing
that just stays
and stays.

Desire...waving me down
like a flag
curling silk
crimson like
the heartbox lining
of those
chocolates from
somewhere in Europe
spilling
cream either
too sweet
or too bitter
I could
take my fill
Í could
taste each
And every one
But I know
this will be wasted
upon my scything
tongue
for all I want
in this
harvest time
is one flavor
one fruit
forbidden
to the colored point
As it explodes
along the cold
metal edge
of sensate buds
as they bloom upon
the tip
of my tongue

So it seems
morning light
comes softly
after rain
floating over thorns
and spikes
of pain
chisled metals
come to be
softly brushed
bristles
of silken needles
sharpened thistles
and I can release
my balloon heart
a bit up
to skies
and let the cool
air kiss its
surface quiet
In the daylight
At least clouds
do not always
burst from
layered peaks
at least
tears
do not push
one over rough
and common edges
at least whispers
haunt in a space
more softly,
kindly
expanding back
the walls
of a vision once
limited

Fine wide
droplets
dancing over
the faded strands
stuck to ground
so ordinary
so full of mystery
turning the dull
metal edge dust
into shining
pixels
that glow,
rustic, as
half-shell pearls
emerging
from the
murky sea
And, then--
your face
eyes ever shining
in the glowing
grey

Rain pouring

in the desert

makes me

so lustful

for Life.

And it has been

cascading down

for hours

Thunder roaring

Lightening crackling

My spine a-shiver

I want to be

under the covers,

next to you

skin on skin

hear you breathing

in and out

rising toward me

with each kiss

I want

my head upon

your chest

to feel the pound

of your heart

as it reverberates

into mine

I want the overflow

of your love

wrapped around me

like a vine

an efflux

of emotion

that sends ripples

right through me all of

my pores

filled up and tingling

with the outpour

like a river

unstoppable

I am ready for it

for that force

of nature

as I rise up

to meet you,

my ebb,

your flow

under the

moon

and its

rapturous

Glow