Portal Flight

She prepares a star ship set course for the moon
her shadows turn gray
while her complexion is ashen white
salt spray peppers her lips
while skin composes ears
speech prepares song
and feet are prepared for dance

she watches and freezes
as he is lost in the dance performer's shoes
she grips the stairway railing
while he loses his step
will she perform?

they have taken the heart away
they have taken a dream away
they have made a slave of her today

she shakes off the domestication
like a heavy whip

while those who are hounddogs
who are looking for those rabbit holes
where defenseless creature live

they dream about feeling powerful
chasing tails in their sleep

Karmic butter

She cuts through karma like a saw cuts through butter
a straw a handle a bone a fragment
a string of hearts

Dream Child:   I’d cross the Rio Grande for you Even if you’ll only come to the shore.   I’ll blend the sky into rainbow hues With an open heart – you can see that and more.   Dream a little. Laugh a little. Dream child. Become your best. I am right here beside you […]

Heaven's Light (by moonlight)

 will she don ballerina shoes (not for relaxing)

while playing with children to teach

or will she fall amongst the stars

and create a wave in heaven's unfurled (furthest) reach

and how will travel suit her (with betrayal or seduction)

if she faces towards the day will love succomb (or betray)

gentle swiftly feminine ideals fade to night (as lightning strikes ignite)

setting in motion thoughts of grandeur (while tired bones and body beg for tenure)

the Feminist, the lost one (the duck dabbles) while city crews dismantle

rising in a unisex chorus (WILL YOU)

negotiate-her. again. (WILL YOU) please organize (be precise) cherish us?

will (YOU) bring down the skies (so that we can just play and we can dance)?

And what (of the Light)? Will you disentangle this for (US)?

Asia 2017

Chocolate

The Stars

When I hid my chocolate among the stars
it was only because I thought you would never look up

This was after I dreamt you had hidden yourself  among the trees of the deep, dark forest along the streams and the stones

 All I thought was, if only I could only dream about you ...
was the only way to see you

Why I consider embarrassment a strategy

I fell prey to being alone.

Neglected in the prison-pool of timelessness.
A precious resource that unfolded before me like never before.
I came into being as I came into loss.
And then, you returned.

I blamed you for leaving me alone in the first place,
unprotected and envious.  My needs mattering less and less.
The scales tipping towards those who demanded,
Those who prettied themselves, thinned themselves,
who appeared free, or should I say, unslaved.

What is it fair or not fair?

I had been given a role,
Afterall, I was given unilateral permission to have 'success' or become 'failure'.
As if I chose.  And IF I chose either? Or neither?
A split atom, a Schrodinger's cat... I might disappoint or even anger,

Falseness or truth. Despair or fashion. Drops or tides.
Alone I will say that, yes, alone. Alone while I waited.