Tryst

this twist you got me in. tryst you bind me in. resistance wearing thin, in this fit you got me in. spinster conquering, from vast rebellion. killer shot roulette, wrought so scandalous. notoriously mischievous. slightest timid grin. girl surrendering. no matter what I think, with one hit you got me pinned.

Gracious

In His Graciousness, He heals. And even in most somber times, He reveals to us compassionate sights. Emerging from even the grayest of clouds there is merciful light. Bestowing benevolent hope, via radiant skies, that through any darkness we have the wisdom to rise...

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]

Dagger

Enigmas cross through precious dreams, and venture mind quite furtively. Delusional and most obscene, those stages causing thoughts to bleed-- still filled the reservoir beneath with jasmine scent and rosaries. Crushing fortress graciously has fractures from where beauty beams. For vicious times that wrought between, did sculpt eclectic warrior queen. And doubtless stand depleting trees, whose seeds were built from true belief. You covet love in harbored sleep, and carry visions up your sleeve-- like dagger kept by wanton thief, but pierce oneself aggressively. They pause and glare, yet can't perceive, your pieces make the whole of me. Though maze of thunder runs so deep, in lightning eyes you sought retreat. And promised lay at guillotine, as heart did fall to weary knee. In crescent moon her honor keep, but heard you weep with hallowed tears…

Ignited

Don’t think that I don’t see. I do. From the side lines I may act subdued, but nothing could be further from the truth. I am ignited by one look whether beheld or felt in reverie by you. I was quietly aware hearing the music in your eyes. Then one night, I saw you in a dream with visions flowing from your mouth. You were walking circles around me. I was standing hypnotic looking at the stars. And you grabbed my hand trying to break me from the trance. You whispered in my ears to bring my dancing eyelashes back to your direction. Even as the world crowds me in, I can feel adoration pumping through your skin. Still, was it self doubt or your innocence that prohibited you wisdom of your worth? When all the while your presence stroked softly my avid earth? Know your stance engraves beautifully in softest spaces secretly, and these stars infinite reminders of how you implode in me…

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]