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

Looking Lense 

For quite some time I was led to believe that we have only one, single self. That there is one personal identity for each and every one of us. If I am a calm and shy person then that is who I am, that is who I am deep down to the core. But I was wrong. There is no core within us that tells us who we are. There is no pre-designed “Me” that I am searching for. I am, instead, creating myself day by day. Utilizing the memories and experiences from my past, I am creating my personal identity.

In the past, I had thought I knew who I was and I had a strong belief that I would remain that same person throughout my life. Boy, was I wrong. I had failed to notice that I wasn’t going to remain the same person I was in high school once I entered adulthood, failed to realize that it was impossible. Impossible to remain the same person whilst experiencing new things every day.

I have been many selves. I have many selves.

Who I am doesn’t rest in my “core” but, instead it rests with my memories and experiences. So before you tell me how much I’ve changed or that I’m not acting like myself, don’t forget that you don’t know what I’ve gone through.