Wednesday, September 23, 2009

SIGH,
the breath.
Slant of setting sun.
autmn breeze licks my neck.
I turn inward.
prepared

searching for the one

I stand at the edge of the precipice,
knees trembling,heart beating wildly.
Are you the one,
that beckons from below?
You call out to me.
Your breath billowing my sails.
I gently glide,
into your heart.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

07/09/08- Haiku #20

I am a fountain
Ideas flow from Spirit
Through my open mind

rambling reclaiming 07/03/08 2:25pm

I'm juicy and ripe, quite succulent really.
I'm round and I'm soft as I sway across the room.
A drop of passion oil I place on my hot ivory covering.
Salt and pepper on my head.
Bare feet on the floor.
I laugh deep from my belly

I hate to end a good book 07/03/08

I hate to come to the end of a good book. Like a child at bed time, afraid of missing out, I dilly-dally reading just a snippet here and there trying to make it last. Afraid of the sadness that comes with the loss of an old friend. Not sure who I will miss more the story or the characters.

Lilith 07/03/08-2:05pm

Lilith=

El eye
El eye
Tea H

silly spine poem 07/03/08-2:05pm

JEEZ LOUISE
YOU SLEAZE
OH PLEASE
DON'T TEASE
LOUISE
WITH EASE