Eagle eye, piercing
Locked with deadly precision
On your voiceless child
An eternity wasted
With her pinned like a specimen
On a cold steel table
Picked at and prodded
With stern disappointment
This one was not enough
And a distorted body
Without the strength to bloom
But then she blossomed differently
With unexpected colors
And flew away
Your eagle eye is clouding now
Losing its place
The past is fading
And the specimen looks back
As your mind floats into darkness
Time seems shorter now
But can this butterfly learn to love you
Before you drift away?
I’ve never been the patient sort
Have rarely kept my ship in port
I’d rather be out sailing free
You’ll never take that wheel from me
Please don’t tie me to the dock
If stowed away, I’ll pick the lock
And push myself out to the brink
Damn the wind, refuse to sink
I wish I could let loose the sail
Risk the stumble, dare to fail
Alas I can’t control my fate
I guess sometimes you have to wait
Back off Death.
The better part of my ego wins today.
I still have hilarious stories to tell.
Painful and complicated and hilarious stories.
I still have unlikely colors to mix.
Brilliant and elusive and unlikely colors.
I still have fantastic people to meet.
Unreachable and stubborn and fantastic people.
I still have dangerous places to visit.
Vibrant and undiscovered and dangerous places.
I still have impossible shit to do.
Enormous and bewildering and impossible shit.
Pardon me for not having time for you today.
If I’m going, I’m going out to a standing ovation.
And the performance hasn’t ended yet.
So back the fuck off.
Lounging near you
With laughter-dampened eyes
Tasting each word like grains of gospel
Suppressing electric desire
Flushed with yearning
Your touch on my skin sizzles
And I am weak with wanting
We will never be
But I will savor now
As long as now remains
Fabric of life
Fragile and thin
In need of mending
Yet soft and well-worn
Translucent and rich in memories
Stories to tell
All in good time
Please take care
Take my hand.
Said the Madonna to the whore.
Walk with me.
Rest your head on my shoulder and
tell me your adventures.
We are not all that different
you and I.
It’s just the blind ones
who insist we are.
To make their lives simpler.
To make their decisions clearer.
To excuse their disrespect.
To justify their ignorance.
But you, you owe them nothing.
Embrace your body,
your spirit, your joy for life.
That passion that sustains you
like water from the well.
I’ll be here to catch you.
But you will not fall.
Because you are strong.
And you are free.
And you are loved.
You are beautiful.
And we are sisters.