align(ed). [for michael]


i
you
we
create
nothing
everything
magic from dust
fingerprints tattooed
on arched spine
our identity, permanent
like love spilled
on sheets
bed
spreads
beds spread
like parted petals
(soft/strong)
orchids-
your mouth
an open flower
bends
molds-to my curves
sweet sun seducing skin
your tongue
wet
moisture
buds blossom
making winter turn spring
i sing
a song
sway to its beat
a treat-your heart's melody
painting itself
on my bosom
i give
you give
gifts of pleasurable pain
warm touch
dash of rain
trembling
when you open me
as if earth
suffers from seizures
limbs shaking
reaching
grabbing
handfulls of air
hands full of hair
we - rooted deep
past flesh
passed flesh, on our way to soul
you hold
your breath
is beautiful
it rests within
my screams
a symphony
of mystical music
so divine
i dont even know
why
i tried
writing
you
i
we
create
magic in moments
minutes become eternities
with just one
touch.

m-e spells me.

arms not quite long enough to wrap themselves around my entire self. but i still hold me...til cold sheds its skin and sun sends reminders once again-she never really goes anywhere, just rests for a while so she may rise taller in the morning.

the light is a tool

it finds me

playing hide and seek with myself in the dark

self esteem

piecing itself back together

incomplete puzzle, still the picture is seen

no one can shatter spirit

without permission.

i

am allowing myself to feel

the wind

does not apologize

for the chill it brings

the heat offers no "im sorry's"

for sweat beads and mouths

desperate for moisture

love:

divine liquid for thirsty spirits

growth is looking without eyes

knowing mirrors are futile

if not reflecting soul

look...my eyes are brown

my teeth offer a center space

God knew id have so much to say

...an overflow within

the scar on my chin-

car accident,

umi told me

to sit down but i've always had a hard time

following directions

being a slave to mind

my heart is a compass

eyes, blinded sometimes

but soul sees much

i feel

my way to destination

intuition- a map always leading me

to the right road.

20 years later and still stubborn

still beautiful

still imperfect

and just right

arms not quite long enough

to wrap themselves around my entire self

but i still hold me

til cold sheds its skin and sun sends reminders-

she never really goes anywhere,

just rests for a while

so she may rise

warm

and taller in the morning.