To The BE of Things

You didn’t. I did. We aren’t. * So now sway and tilt and droop, I will not. * No more, Lull, mum, quiet, Little sounds. * I’m going, to the Be of things. * Big, brazen, beautifully bazaar. * No more Twinkled eyes, prancing pain and panicked,  pleasing. But barefoot and bold, boomingly, blissful un-bashful- beats! *…

This Present Place

Blood invested kisses pushing upon a bedtime sky
reflected the space hidden in a deep well inside.
With tireless tenderness, it seeped of all her callings.

Swallowed Waltz

And when she comes to you,
She come to you in-between the space of grace and madness
Mad hatter happy mixed in Dali Da Vinci grandness.

Brittle Candy

So for the last time, she wrapped her lids
around hopeful apparitions, abstract and un-candid.
Imagined herself into her heart, then suddenly became disenchanted.
Esoteric wants, erected & confined to the quaint and quiet quarters of moistened teeth and a wagging tongue.