One day see the fruits of my labor
Miracle after miracle
How lightly I’ll float by
I’m sure I wouldn’t even recognize
How slow my mind processes
I’ve been keeping my eyes to myself
Can’t see me
Refuse to see
One day I’ll be a shooting star and won’t be able to help but notice.
I won’t even be able to stop; catch a glance or nothing
The collisions will simply be an after thought as I’m smoking a winter spliff
Nerve
Life’s bargain
Text:
The heavens of womanhood.
Revelations of my souls essence.
Emerging ashes saturated in a deliciously delicate black hole of grit.
You know, the usual.
And you?
Street Faerie
Blue bird
Blue bird leaving trails on flights of hail
I see you
Eyes exuding scents of a longing lover
I stare and wish you’d be seen
Death rises to be plucked picked and shipped
You shift in humbled pride
Oh blue bird
Wings engulfing raw doing and curves
Each day stern legs stretched out in knowing they’d touch the ground
In distance quickly
Everything glows
New nerves stand firm
For your blue hairs
Blue feathers of an innocent love
Pure sacred, honorable and divine
Blue bird I’ll always hold you closest to mind
Glimpse
In those deep brown eyes, a foreign language
I found a reflection of myself
A dance of identities intertwined
Our bloodline meeting in a strangers glance
Both captive and captivated
We read our stories, our selves, together
Swim
To make love
To yourself
In everything you do
Liberation!
My sovereign child
Joy is everywhere
Passion
Life
At the tips of your fingers
Explore
Dive in!
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