talk it through and take it over
soft, soft
painting, shifting the shapes
off-rhyme words to divide it
piece it, peace it out
I have taken out the stitches,
the scars are turning to bright
ghosts, I am quilted and lovely -
I am a quiet symphony of delight
she holds the lightening bolt power
crystal prisms, the promised facets,
lighting in sparkle array the shadows
that still sit on your pretty face
I don't have to save you . . .
couldn't even if you needed me to -
"I can re-arrange my own stars"
and I really love that about you -
all those little
all those little altars
all those little altars everywhere
perceptual illusions to glue it together
incidental imagery, practicing your
tactile abilities -
my synapses are a cacophony of
fire and smoke, this grey matter
reality, this crystalline rainbow smile -
scented fragments of meaning -
shifting and sifting, hey baby,
I really want to
loosen your stride -
tangential, was that your intuition,
your initiation? it was pre-wired
into my beingness - it is in my blood -
I can sell you this little bottle of
spirited away things - snake oil praise -
enumerate my stars, whisper their
names on the back of my neck -
I like your universe hands, I like the
things they say -
our words have a beingness, and you
listen to my truth, giving it a home,
you let me unfold inside the safe space -
you can hold me and my wings, no hand raises
in this space against me - the tears form a river,
and you let them flow to the sea -
solipsis of sophistication, sweet taste of
the heightened day - the hibisicus blooming,
the moqui ball was spirited away by black
panther moving through sunlight sway -
triangles facilitate being, there was an error
in the air - "you can breathe now, you are safe" -
no need to monitor the decline, eating violets
and nastarium, silk ribbons tied into the supine -
slip on in, it is warm on the inside - no worries -
"You can handle snakes,
. . . . right?"
