Lupita

Moonlight; purple amethyst skies and her.

Swanlike movements glide; caressing the white sand.

Bubbly salt water soaks her; she wants more.

Alerted; whips around: eyes; but more…some deep recesses of altered consciousness and magnification of magnetism.

Don't move; stare.

It's better.

I'll leave first.

I'll linger always.

I won't forget.

Keeping glances…a real collector am I.

Streetz

Beckon my soles; mark my discounting entrance.

House my lights; grass prairie path.

Capturing you feeds my grit; exploring you sharpens my wit.

I am grateful for your slick ways - side ways and bi ways.

Fishing

Bait held; time trips and ticks.

Otherworldly occupies thee.

Shoulder shrug the masses' expectations.

Great? North winds, yeah. Blow back the energy as roots from my stock before a diamond bling.

Remain as is…my own.

Cult

Fastened to a holster. I am willing; captive - heart pumping the answer yes. My own will. Hurts though. 

Wrists wrung; stung.

Tromping through art sets of Fall leaves finding spirit guides keeps me alive.

Like sands of the hourglass this will run and leave me…

Wild

Blown, rain drenched; clenched fists; tousled hair.

Barefoot: one with dripping soil

A ray finds me; I remember a soft scent, a flinting eye, a white smile

I miss…absolutely.

White Leaf

Dust clothed array; dance wit me

Your source lie in my back

Your purity; consume my conscious so that I may swing in rhythm sister wind

When you fall; I wish I would catch you

If I fail return to the place we all come from and by all means; grow a great white leaf again

I'll look forward to another dance; another chance.

Wonderland

Fairy dust settles high on my cheekbones

The brightest star's evanescence lures magic; pulls from a form unseen

Whispers spark in my sight from a nearby fire

They lead me

Into madness