Stained holy the color
A throne for august queen
This vale of hearth
My elegant womb
Tag Archives: nature
The Staggering Marionette
If my poems had lips they would hide in your pout like secret honey
A whispered cache of melody dripping away in a sea of awkward noise
Reclamation
I once loved the city and its gleaming promise
Of slicked back, urbane haute cultured praxis
Circus sideshows, embonpoint and spectacle
Where cinereous clad clouds hover like buzzards
Leave No Trace
Be everything you have ever wanted
And whosoever’s name was not found
in the book of life,
was probably too busy
living one, to ever bother
to write it down.
The Fox In Me
I love wearing things not built to be dirty and covered in grease
Things like perfume, makeup, bells, jewelry, ribbons, and tiaras
Adorned and crowned with the ability to melt hearts
Like my first true love and my mother’s plaintive voice
The Tigress Awakens 