A Vixen’s Tale

 

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Choice

Curiosity fuels dreams
questions burble
craving tiny details

Hot flesh
glassy eyed
empty brain
boiling questions awaiting askance

Outward pressure
interstices precipitate
asking silence

Inexplicable
inextricable
desire fountains
looming curiously above the hollows

Crashing moons
shifts red
blooming knowledge

Extraordinary
everything falls
into places created
to hold the questions

Her Be Dragons

dragons surge and reconfigure
filling
questioning
did i wrong someone?
did I injure without intention?
did the choosing become the undoing?

squirming under bones
searching
comforting
no harm was meant
any hurt i take into myself
i chose

skin slithers over scales
sliding
doubting
did i take advantage?
shall is bury the pain i only imagine?
escape into the old ways?

words come through teeth
falling
aching
shame will engulf
solvent will not solve
feel, do not hide

tails clenched in jaws
settling
soothing
i did what i felt was right
i will not let myself fall
those depths shall not claim me

Harmonies Travel

deep within the recesses
mind’s kind hands
leading down the spiral
to a heart at depth

longing lavishes
the skins needs
words distant
ravishes aural passages

a twist, sudden
changes
abrupt opportunity
accepted

vague honesty
pride in plans
hopeful wishes
for journeys continued

one love waits
while a hand finds it’s mate
connections established
will not dissipate

Sandwishes

Mesa to Mountain

it is so very early
darkness still envelops the world
the croaky chorus from the pond next door
comes and goes

well rested
chest rattling out an erratic tattoo
expelling gobs of gross
then settling back down

tea that tastes of campfires
sandwishes are made
long day prepared for
books stashed away

the ood realization
muted excitement
I love my long days at work
filled with reading and tea
watching the world through huge windows

feeling surreal
on the cusp
on the edge
the strangeness of waiting

soon I will be moved again
a grownup…mostly
waiting for my new old Star Wars poster to arrive
waiting to plot the next round of adventures

time to wait for the bus
to sing to myself in the morning gloam
to meditate amongst the unawake
eating my sandwishes all day

Boredom Welcome

the days stretch
weeks pass in exhausted blurs
colors frenetic
splashing and soiled
sailing beyond
limits exposed
ignored
one more thing
becomes four
then
luxurious nothing
hours while themselves away
delightfully empty

This is the first (well…second technically, but it is the first in the “official” project) in a project I have started where people give me a title and I write a poem for it.

This one is for Mari. We have never met in person, but she is full of awesome and I am glad she decided to participate in my collaboration!

May the Friday be With You

Sweet Gravel

a favorite holiday
ever since I can remember
I learned long ago
to be my own Valentine

I wanted a balloon
to grace my desk
delivered in class
so I bought on for myself

this year, no balloon
instead donation
red shirt
and a pint of kombucha

may your Friday be lovely
full of smiles
make new memories
be your own Valentine

Color Exposure

Tracking

I feel within myself a welling up
a blooming
blossoming
unveiling

Many times you hear
courage is facing the fear
but to know it?
to grock
comprehend
overcome

My battles are small
some would say unworthy
but they are mine
and I pass through them
changed
with less scars than when i started

I understand
that reticence
the nerves
buzzing and jangling til you can’t be still
of a phone call you
WANT to make

I know the quiet undercutting of self
when you realize your addiction
is the same
same as all the others

I feel boundless pride
swelling and full
deep pleasure that feeds me
when some one else succeeds
especially someone that I love

Oh, and how has the fear haunted me
of standing
exposed
shorn of scales
to show the shining from within
to let the people than know me
see all these things

But here I am
and here are you
you see me, even if i don’t see you
Though i feel like i see you all
through the small windows
blue and green

I am brave
and small
and large all at once.
Not hollow, not overfull.
Nervous, yes
but sure

Smile and say hello