So alive, I feel both, taunting me for a taste,
and so I drink…..
When heartbeats slow in tender slumber,
I walk on velvet breathing….
Night so quiet, pretending not to notice.
Trees draping in silhouette, tracing the lips of our Mother,
giving life to wondering souls.
I close my eyes to the soft chants that remain in secrets,
yet plea to be heard.
Wondering alone, I imagine how everything must look
within the prism of color, blushing the flesh for tempting.
A lamp post by all prayers hands, reaches out, not quite
touching my invitation.
A road promises laughter, tears, forbidden pleasures,
and if I place my hands upon its many lives, I can feel
the pulse that longs for my touch.
Tears brush my hands, scraping them against the pavement
in crimson offering, a small sacrifice to see in color…
Night walks alone slowly as she sleeps, wakes,
knowing I am always there…..