Wild Wonder

I have jittery hands and a nervous laugh- one in the same

Loose emotions on the floor- to mop up and ring out- repeat

Mi amor, im out the door

Your besos sweet like honey- but never sticky

Skyscrapers of the jungle city- reaching for the moon- i hear the trees whisper love stories in the night

Cool grass between my toes- breezy kisses on my skin- the winking dew drops on the leaves

Tracing every curve and surface of your delicate pedals- smooth and cooling under my skin

Upon your request- my taste buds are exploding- to drink sweet nectar

To fulfill the natural blossoming desire, flowered by my intuition, an inclination

To bring sensation


Crimson Delight

In that moment when the butterfly’s wings flap

that moment in which the thunder claps

she greets me- lighting up the sky blue and white

eyes never leaving mine- boring right through me

free falling under the sun- into the skies i run

to the moon- my first destination

of isolation

my celestial quest

to thank my mother for the natural flowing tides

that crash within me- love piercing through me

pit stop destination- the enchantment

these allusions reaching out from behind my eyes and gripping my reality

she trembles- desperate cries of the aged old lies

across the coastal horizon no measure to define the separation of land and sky

a rainbow sea of pink an purple lighting my eyes those puffy clouds

to rest my heavy soul- a reminder of my being

a mirror of space and time- endless, infinite

i dare to dive deep within myself

blazing, she drifts away higher than one’s eye can see




your pretty little hands on my soul

dip your hands and touch the skies

pulsing your fingers into the stars

i was hiding through the mania

behind my forced smiles and empty hellos

remind me of what i was

who i was – no more

no longer the girl from yesterday- a memory of a thought

that lives beyond the boundaries of time and space

i have lived an eternity-

escaping the vision of the hand in the morgue

the disaster of my crisis – the death of she

the evolution of my essence- the bearing of all the lives

i have lived

paving the paths to the gardens of my soul

in spring i come home

Eye See

She was the Universe

You can see upon her supple skin

The stars and swirls of the Galaxy

A uniqueness to her that no other will ever possess. She is the Universe.

Her eyes sparkle like a million stars

And just further, beyond her eyes lies the entire Galaxy

The cosmos consume her – envelope her

Her mind, her soul

Her very essence can be found there

Ever changing

She remains just as she was- just as beautiful as ever

Beyond her eyes- the Universe, I see


Who ever gave you the power

to tell me that I am not capable,

because I am a woman I cannot be successful

and still be beautiful?

What ever gave you the impression that I needed

you to tell me that I am beautiful in order for me to believe it?

Why must you go to all these extremes

to tell me who I can and can’t be?

Where does it say that I need to look

just like every other woman out there?

When has it ever been wrong for someone to be


To see the world in a different angle.

To love something that is a little different

To have a face that doesn’t resemble another

To not cover up every single one of my flaws.

I am not them. I am not you. I am not her.

Nor will I ever be.

Fighting myself to believe that I have been right all along.

Y’all don’t know.

Although, you’ve always been wrong, I thank you.

For exposing me to the truth.

I know now where I stand.