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
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
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
And there I stood in the darkness
Waiting for my chance
To see the light at the end of the tunnel
Fearful it will never appear
I am broken, but still beautiful
my pieces have shattered, but I am still useful
For the pieces of glass used in stained glass windows are divine
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
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.