Empty Hourglass

The nail polish shimmered
and sent sparks flying toward my face.

It burned down into my skin
and made my heart scream.
     I had to tear off this
costume - my enchanting hour was complete
and I was nude now,
covered in cool sweat and brown skin.

But the souvenirs of my witchcraft
were ever present,
the remnants of my time
as a Goddess.

But I was mortal and fragile tonight,
the nail polish had to go.
     I did not crave the
immortality it promised.

I could not hold it in,
for that promise was vast
and dark like the ocean
and engulfed me
and submerged me into its depths
as I whispered my longings to the moon.

Le Coup de Foudre

The night, soft and smooth,
seeped across the sky.
It dripped light in tiny drops,
and filled our eyes with moonlight.

Foreign,
but welcome, effervescent
and breathtaking.

Tell me, Love. Was it that magic of France
or the last sip of wine,
that caused our lips to touch?

Puppy!

It came in a pretty blue box.

Saddled in satin and
bright glitter,
the bow echoed the fragility
of the hidden contents.

It came, sleeping,
on pink tissue paper -
covered, save for a tiny furry ear.

One eye open,
it peeked at me, cautiously,
as I raised the little thing
from the superfluous packaging.

Desperation, Born of Love

I'm afraid of this solitude;
it is all I can do not to break,
for want of his touch and soft whispers.

The Ripped Weaving

One's every pretenses ripped away,
the tapestry called Civility, unraveled in a single pull,
where the small rip was borne.

One's every plan destroy,
systematically; intriguingly
slow is the destruction

and the images of the past
and the hopes of the future,
all the bright reds and pinks and whites.
Swept away into the fire
in a moment of tearful
passion.

After Birth

The woman shook as her heart
beat loudly between soft palms.
She watched it,
                        confused and curious both,
as the child tucked it away
into static-lined folds
of its pastel green blanket.

And the woman said to herself
as she was reborn:
     this new babe,
     tender and sweet as he is,
     has killed me with love
     of his utter
     innocence.

Meditation

Today I left my trinkets
and teddies and toys and tears
scattered on the floor.
I walked into the sunlight
and was set aflame
by the new day.

A soft breeze came, silently,
whisking away my cremated skin
and settling my mind's ashes
over the earth like dandelion seeds
tossed into the clouds
by a child's kiss -

I opened my eyes, invigorated
and smiling.  My hand reached
into a paper bag of peaches
as I watched the clutter on the floor
eat up my space.