May 2017
She waits in stone for you,
hears you chipping and cursing,
knows how your introverted eyes drip weather and war.
She tingles in anticipation, cheering you on inside her captive prison waiting for your hands to find her.
She is smiling at your frustrations, lending out silent encouragement for your chisel determined hands, flamingo inflamed with sunset; beckoning you from another place, your steel will to understand how magic flows between you and her.
Intrigue drives a midnight blue Mustang leaping across canyon gaps that only tease with rain scented whisper.
Her voice is registered as proof she exists.
Any trace of violence only distances your chances on ever finding her golden form.
The jet black stone taunts you
it bleeds Egyptian sand from Cleopatra's hair, glitters in moon
like violet creatures who beg to be seen and appreciated by a Prince who wears the desert in his eyes and carries April orchards in his heart.
A Ripe golden harvester
who has the key but doesn't quite understand where the doors located at.
May be it's beneath a sky island oasis whose realm is always watching?
Maybe your hard breathing body is a open receiver for love's undeniable signal.
Your breath brings her closer.
Strung out heart beats sound to her a moving symphony.
Your helplessness and hopes
string a chord she's never known but is engaged by your digging ache to find her.
She drinks in the callous sweat of May, hears the voiceless, muffled cry struggling in strait jackets ******* in your heart.
She feels for the spotted leopard who left footprints in your heart glade, she wants to tame claws and paint your visions with the inspiration that's killing you softly as you try to unlock a door you can't see but only feel.
You may feel a slight brush on your fingers as you hang defeated in the disaster zone of prosecution's room wondering if perfect Hawaiian breezes will include your name in its sweep.
She may zap your will back to life with her warm bon fire hands around your ankles as she tries to pull you back from a dark ledge.
Her ladder defying time and space. Every rung of light is a hidden dimension she hides in.
Your heart quickens in the fierce fiery flash of attainment.
Your mind clicks off.
All focus becomes a rain fall river taking over roads.
You become flow.
Dance through anything.
Move 5 ton steel with thought.
Levitate despair over the candle of her sky.
Marble dust litters your arms.
Blood and obsession throb in the pulse of her creation.
You stare at her, gawking like a child at a unicorn flying over a double rainbow.
Her June smile becomes Hercules and lifts the continental divide from off your shoulders, drop the chisel, let it damage maple floor, who cares?
Here she is. alive and well.
The Marble Angel who speaks and knows your tears to find her were always cobblestones leading to her Palace.
hears you chipping and cursing,
knows how your introverted eyes drip weather and war.
She tingles in anticipation, cheering you on inside her captive prison waiting for your hands to find her.
She is smiling at your frustrations, lending out silent encouragement for your chisel determined hands, flamingo inflamed with sunset; beckoning you from another place, your steel will to understand how magic flows between you and her.
Intrigue drives a midnight blue Mustang leaping across canyon gaps that only tease with rain scented whisper.
Her voice is registered as proof she exists.
Any trace of violence only distances your chances on ever finding her golden form.
The jet black stone taunts you
it bleeds Egyptian sand from Cleopatra's hair, glitters in moon
like violet creatures who beg to be seen and appreciated by a Prince who wears the desert in his eyes and carries April orchards in his heart.
A Ripe golden harvester
who has the key but doesn't quite understand where the doors located at.
May be it's beneath a sky island oasis whose realm is always watching?
Maybe your hard breathing body is a open receiver for love's undeniable signal.
Your breath brings her closer.
Strung out heart beats sound to her a moving symphony.
Your helplessness and hopes
string a chord she's never known but is engaged by your digging ache to find her.
She drinks in the callous sweat of May, hears the voiceless, muffled cry struggling in strait jackets ******* in your heart.
She feels for the spotted leopard who left footprints in your heart glade, she wants to tame claws and paint your visions with the inspiration that's killing you softly as you try to unlock a door you can't see but only feel.
You may feel a slight brush on your fingers as you hang defeated in the disaster zone of prosecution's room wondering if perfect Hawaiian breezes will include your name in its sweep.
She may zap your will back to life with her warm bon fire hands around your ankles as she tries to pull you back from a dark ledge.
Her ladder defying time and space. Every rung of light is a hidden dimension she hides in.
Your heart quickens in the fierce fiery flash of attainment.
Your mind clicks off.
All focus becomes a rain fall river taking over roads.
You become flow.
Dance through anything.
Move 5 ton steel with thought.
Levitate despair over the candle of her sky.
Marble dust litters your arms.
Blood and obsession throb in the pulse of her creation.
You stare at her, gawking like a child at a unicorn flying over a double rainbow.
Her June smile becomes Hercules and lifts the continental divide from off your shoulders, drop the chisel, let it damage maple floor, who cares?
Here she is. alive and well.
The Marble Angel who speaks and knows your tears to find her were always cobblestones leading to her Palace.
