There is a shadow of melancholy overlaid upon me like a second skin. I don’t know how to shed it. I could be happy as a Panda in a bamboo forest, or joyful as a Golden Retriever playing fetch with a companion, but always the tinge is there. A constant storm brewing in the cauldron … Continue reading Phantom Companion
Impending Apocalypse. The fear bleeds in like a raging river preceding the wave. A flicker in the corner of my eye. Is it the walls about to crumble on top of us, burry us alive before the tsunami hits? Is it the floors believing they are really the sea, willing to relinquish their shape for … Continue reading The End of Time
There are flashes of dark and ancient creatures in my mind, something in-between a memory and a dream. Sweet shadows caress my ethereal sheathe and whisper my body down from the lofty heights of sentiments into the delicious murk of hidden desires. Are they mine, these visions alive in my senses? Constricted throat for ecstatic … Continue reading Dominion
Running from wounded shadows into someone’s arms for safety doesn’t work when no one knows how to hold you. Strong arms are really soft lead that weares away with pressure and makes a mark. You want to write your law on my heart, but Spirit has already done that with the Law of Love. I’m … Continue reading Beacon Heart
I have been the night for so many. I bring them into shadow lands so they may let go and descend. I’ve been a gatekeeper for the elevator to the underworld, like a daughter of Hela or Persephone. The price to enter is only pride and vanity, and the clutching of hands … Continue reading Night Keeper
This is the shape of my love, to fall at your feet, Darling. To open like a rose in the spring sunlight, or an ever unfolding lotus in the marsh for you.For I am a beggar, starved and parched in the barren lands of indifference. Too long have I wandered in the desolation who's only … Continue reading The Shape of My Love
How I’ve changed my life to accommodate you. I’ve purchased apparatus to allay you, contain you, and even restrain you. But you are insidious and wild, resourceful. I wrestle you for my power but you take it from my fragile, quaking hands. You find a way to root in me, make me a slave, unwilling. … Continue reading My Master, the Blade
You are an entire universe And so is your vision. You live in the expanse Of the cosmos and more, The place from which All was born. The demands others make Are like imposed funnels For tunnels you cannot Begin to fit through. Sometimes you try And it hurts Like the foot binding Of a … Continue reading Cosmic Sailor
I am careful, so careful, deliberate in every moment. I am instinct dancing, seemingly in the air, hanging by a thread. My actions are encoded in the finest hidden particles of my form, conducting my every delicate movement. My limbs shine in the sun as I dance my creation into being to nourish me, and … Continue reading The Weaver
I approach the food bin next to the one she is pulling from and wait. Her head moves slowly to turn and look at me as if I am laying audacious claim to her territory and resources. Standing there with several inches between us the smell of entitlement is stronger than the smell of bacon. … Continue reading Queen of Lines
