New love spark

Liking the potential of it all

Draped in fears pushed down for at least a few days

My haze brushed the whiskers of your haze

Wobbling past each veil of past them and they, trying to not sabotage emotion

Too much too soon

Not enough as the dawn breaks

Coming up for air to figure out what is real and how much illusion laid glimmering in the eyes

Wonderment enchanting but timid in cycles left to ages of been there done this

Learning a bit from mistakes of youth

Tripping again over eager desire desperate to not look so

checking the boxes hoping to fill all that Virgo Venus makes for fairy tales

Remembering scores go in each direction and imperfections make good pillow talk

wait and see has never been my strong suit but maturity makes my effort pat me on the back

simple joy in the exchange caught by surprise and the baggage yet to tempt the risk of being hurt

all the markings of something worth knowing and anything less is a heart not touched

gliding in the water with ears tucked just below the noise to watch the clouds decide which direction the sun and rain must peak around.

Ironically

That mirror points to poison

Making potion locked into sap of a maple

Ironically the first represents the last

Creating the puzzle and all jagged edges that allow the fun and frustration to begin again

And again

Ironically

She is he

He is she

With a thin veil giving different perspectives to the outside

Each containing both on the inside

Ironically

As above is below and above brings below to the surface

Ironically

We see infinity stretched into dimensions that all lead back to cells in the body

At the gates of the medicine wheel

Broken open at each pass to the south

Colors skewed at youth in the arms of the grandmother

Trust built on two thrones driven by the fire

Stardust casting invisible walls to rage against

Broken open to loose control of fragmented opinion to dynamic confusion

Combustible under a blanket of feathers and beds made of tree cover

Misty windows pointed toward the dawn

Tinted black for hiding to take flight

Broken open in death while living surrendered to the word

Poetry

Replacing the journal of time and records in the ethers

Touching light just long enough to see past shortcomings manifested in maddening swells

Warm hearted to embrace the ground keeping the senses in check

Broken open in body and blood

Left to echoing snapshots of a chaotic space lost to the electric lobes vibrating the drums at night

Grabbing tightly to tiny fingers looking for the volcano of feminine essence

Broken open by fears and Holy Spirit thatched calmly with the sound of distant thunder

Hanging sparks of danger in captivated observance, locking feet in place determined to swim

No shelter

In the open

Flagging prayers plotting a course just beyond knowing

New roots coming on the heals of monsters and sagebrush

In the broken

Spots running across the scent of lilac in the doorway to mystery

Broken open.

Hello loneliness I love you

I feel you in my jaw causing tension in my throat

Floating down the side of my rib cage

Catching my breathe on bird wings and butterflies

Images in the back of the brain of love lost and settling down

Watching the twists and turns taking flight on the naval

Swimming in a pool of sunshine poking out the back

Fabulous loneliness pushing conversations towards any and all who wander

Human frailty cast upon isolation and fantasies of that face

Pressure to perfection in standing taller than the person I was before

Dainty loneliness how I hold you near

Comfort and care to place it at the center, with angels and cloud cover

Dreams

Soul search

Nature and pixies

Matching its moan to songs of brighter days

Phenomenal loneliness

Equal in all stride

Kissing all sides of earth

Giving it a second chance at waking

Guilt I love you

My constant companion

The pillar of my thoughts

How I looked to you for comfort from my own judgement

Stuck in my throat never to reveal

Saving face in holy matrimony

Beloved guilt

Remembrance delivered and wandered at what could have been

Off the hook by personal standards of decorum

Walking myself off free from responsibilities to cry and come clean

Glorious guilt

Treasure of my heart how I honor you and all your teachings

Pointing me in a new direction

Far from resolve and close to exhale

Pin pricks in moments left heavy and grieving

A body of evidence to reminisce on today

Valuable guilt

A guide in the pocket

Visions

Sugarplums

Dancing with spirit

Free to explore

In Jesus and Tara

Along all saints

How elegant you dance

On crescent moons soon to rise again on the background of your beautiful life