Dance you will?
The chant
You hear it?
The violin...
The piano...
An orchestra...
The sun goes down,
The moon comes up,
Stars are gathering around on the skye,
Fireflies hanging from walls.
And you my dear,
This night is yours with this first dance.
Let me crown you as an empress.

I take another gulp of the freedom
of life deep into my being
happy to be and to be aware
the spirit world holds me fast
where I become part of everything
and my little existence holds
eternity within and without
all known and unknown creation
yes I am loved that much
yes we are loved that much

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

tell me that you do not love me with tears streaming down my cheeks; tell me that you do not want me anymore, but tell me that i am your pretty baby; that i am the prettiest one that your hands had ever touched; that i made you crumble; that i brought you the chills whenever you laid your eyes upon me; that i set your soul on fire every time you kissed my salty skin; that your friends got lost in my web of burning lies. i do not deserve you. you always treated me good. you brought me sparkling drinks in daylight and picked out colourful summer dresses for me for your mothers 60th birthday. she did not want me to come but you brought me anyway like a smitten kitten and you purred like one when you filled my empty stomach with toxic love and bubbles of laughter. you were too kind; you covered me in soft feathers and tickled my cheeks with your eyelashes, oh, your so black eyelashes. i was never good enough; you were too good for me. you made me hate myself whenever you were not around; every time i was all by myself i begged to be killed. i looked for orange pills in my medicine locker; the one i never told you about. the pills made me happy; they took me to heaven and made me cry. i wanted to cry, i wanted to be unborn like the thoughts of yesterday. why did you love me, i want you to disappear. you ruined my life, i love you beyond measure. why did you not leave me unconscious on the dance floor; i belong on the dance floor. i want to dance all night, all night long on my own. i want to drink my sparkling drinks, i want my glitter dresses back, i want loud music and fake laughter and charming men with rich fathers and lightbulbs of firework on the darkened sky. i want my heaven; i need to swallow the bottle of orange pills because i want you to disappear. i need you to disappear, but please do not leave me. i am the one who decides to leave. please, understand; i love you. oh, darling, i love you so. tell me that you do not love me with $100 mascara running down my cheeks. tell me that you do not want me anymore. you deserve someone who is not me. tell me that i am your pretty baby; that i am the prettiest one that you have ever loved.

*(k.w)

Softly, her soft and warm
caresses on my face fade
as she takes a dip in the water.
Trailing behind her are
beautiful rays of blonde
and auburn hair.

I watch the spectacular
final act of the sun as she
leaves her stage, bringing
sadness to her spectators;
She takes joy away for
seeing her is joy itself.

And as the world turns dark,
I am overcome with the
feeling of pain and regret
as I realize I didn't watch
the sun set alone before.

If people were like peaches
the scent of their beauty would slap your face and astound you before you catch sight of them.
The constantly blushing skin breaks when bitten to reveal the sweetness cloaked within.
Some flesh is left around the heart that has been hardened by too many days abandoned in the sun.
The body is consumed ravenously by the eyes and mouth, the most beautiful part of the fruit.
But then the heart appears, the absolute entity of the fruit.
The heart has never been a competitor of beauty for its delicious casing.
And so it is disposed.
Without a backward glance.

i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss