Original memory

A desert land whirls sand that drifts away

A light seeps through the thin plastic door

of our room in the train

Rolling fast over Mexico's earth.

Children roam the halls that I long to be in.
Who are they?
What are their playful tones saying?
I am alone, staring at the shadow on the wall,
of the light that seeps through the door.
No choice, no imagination of one.

That shadow, the one that fills me with the
banality of the moment, and comforts me
with its unwavering companionship.

Open crack

The crack began to open

Love and light seeped in

Eyes showed fear yet

surrender was on the horizon

Unknown possibilities lingered

in their place

Sweat, strength, and emotions grew

One more night

One in lust and surrender

Open crack, open so that

light can shine in

Then the wall will fall.

Then we will be one

Seduction

If you think I think like you do,

perhaps you are right.

What if I think you think

like I think?

Would I be wrong?

The perception I have tells me you

know something I don't know

but may want to know.

I think I think something

you may want to know.

I want to tear your clothes off

in one full swoop and invite you under my covers.

Did you know that?

Politician

Step up on stage

because that is where you really are.

Become deaf to the audience.

Because that is all you really hear.

Breath air in and blow it out as smoke.

Blink your eyes

Lick your lips

Itch your head

Now you can step off the stage

And back onto the street

Past

I am an innocent bystander to a past that rushes by.

Who can say where I will be washed away to

or who will be the guide.

Perhaps that dreamy, shapely figure will

reach out to me and throw me the rope I am

silently screaming for.

I am a happy girl.

A woman of adventures to feel.

Soon I will reach dry land.

Today

Today a series of emotions to begin

a journey

An evening with dedicated love

A look with eyes of hope

A mind with less distractions.

Thank you thank you

For your appearance

For your existence