My poetry is seething,
like a *** of boiling gold.

The words surface
to be mixed delicately
with heart shaped spoon.

My breath to inhale
as smoke fills with visions
meant to be scribed.

I am blessed to be a caretaker of the prize of self.
I am grateful to give my words flight
so perhaps they will boil with a gold offering
to a readers eyes.


StarBG © 2017