Poetry
Black ribbon with Velcro
Neck choker
Wicca wearing
A continuing dawn
Witch with a secret
Crow
Chiming in the mime
In front of the albino
Crying in
Front of a white birch.
Showbiz frolic
Legs made of silver
Making the dancer golden.
Able to twist the night
Away without
Rock n roll
How does one be two
And love become three
Before
You felt me
I became almost an illusion
To borealis.
Are you
Ready for
Nurseries
And murderous
Kisses?
Chalk line of your
Busy to mine.
Black dress and silk vest
To sing without death
But know the cold graves tomb
A heavenly etching
Diptych-ing
paradise lost,
Broken net
On a basketball
Court.
When did fear talk to you of shame?
There is a mystique
A place of realization
When you have love
You have breath and blood
This dancehall
Had some chances,
A partner
That came from
Birth
Lost dearth
I don't want
fate to be a slogan.
If I could bargain romance
I'd throw away the keys.