a riveting mind.

maybe the world takes us where we dont want to go sometimes
and maybe the stories in our heads will always be just stories
when a day is at its folding
and all that adds up has nowhere to follow
there is this one moment where our emotions remain slighted
between words and sounds
to the softness in the air of “good-bye”
the split of your breath ending
and mine just beginning
as the sun folds down against the sky in goodnight
there is a moment of chance hardly ever taken
time takes its course thru the bend of this river
past the cattails of misconceptions
to the beauty of a woman
revealed in the softness of her eyes
take me back to the beat
before there was a man at my side
before the womb held my body
delicately
deliberately
we all have sailors of a past life
bringing us goods that are not fulfilled by the soils of our own understandings
a mistress longs for a lover
but has no knowledge of its depth
we all long for something we have never tasted
but by our minds riveting ways
there is a vision distilled into an echoing inclination
of a reality known to my own kind
where dreamscapes never make the scene
in a race of human retribution
crazy and obscene
like the language of my tongue
heavy and indulged
my world revolves around the depth of my pen
dark ink
darker now to BLACK
where the pins of my eyes float in a haze of smoky blue
looking into a world out of confinement
and gratitude
the coastline hits the surface of an ever ending misunderstanding
taking me into my own wanting
of things that i am not of
i walk on edge in the strength of your voice
i talk of men and speak of all things i am not about
ive betrayed my truth
taken shame into my voice
the lines run thin up here
i am sick of lines and shapes
parallels to live by
they say im getting big
in what way do they mean
do i offend them with my hip size
with the roundness of my breasts
with the love my lovers caress
im charged with form
you underestimate my moves
i walk on my stride
on the bridges that un-gap the time
ive been wandering through theses streets of ancient names
dating back before the birth of this body
before my soul could touch with cold hands and bare feet
before streets turned gray and stars faded with the lights of these corners
ive been talking about getting out of this rut for to long to keep counting
my father is an artist
a musician at heart
my grandfather and grandmother were singers
before they knew the rocky roads they have crossed over
my mother is a lover
a woman of virtue and truth
of innocence and light
my german roots have left me off somewhere between two worlds
and I am debating between the colors of grass on either side
the sun holds a new twist in her rays
im twenty four and counting still
beyond my fingers and toes
past old boyfriends and rebellious thoughts
i catch myself somewhat grown
retracing the outline of my nipples
supple with a mind of there own
warm to the touch of august fever
and the heat of a heart gone mad
everyday i learn something new
everyday i let go of a heaviness weighted beyond me
taking me into the subtleties of being human
of being a woman born under the power of two
i don’t want to look past you to see my reflection on the other side
i pray to hold my head up to the heavens
where angels meet and reminisce about our lives