hear

ella's words are crisp
ecstasy
everlasting

equisite oral baby steps
closing artificial boundaries
between us

each vowel...
each verb...

a magnificent
daring of fantasy
and faith.

mn

3

winterfemme

She turns over
a felled tree

she may
submit
or
sink

into the deep snow
of this

breathless
moist
glowing past
the other snowflakes

her need to be used
highlights winter's
need to use

mn

III

*
this cycle of hate
suffering is not a choice
our virtue lessens



nm

entirely

*

my flesh pebbles
your kisses are flames
that erode my thoughts

as i become your clay
folded to bend
flowering your desires

and still my heart feels
safe

her yearning suddenly
done.

mn

whirl

courting patience

no one notices

the vacant house
the wall flower, whispered about by
the pretty willows

tears become bricks of loneliness

the door's still lovely mouth
murmurs: why the fence?

it isn't right

I need another family, so that I may
reclaim my balance

a new family
to be my everything.


mn

whirl

for granted

my tongue intesifies
in daunting what ifs and only you,
as I watch you pale, placid face,
mesmerized as your fastidious
lips render me helpless.


mn

3

unexpected reconcilation

on the edge of light
drunkard thunders through the world
born to beg and mend


mn

whirl

11:00pm

I'm swept away by your stars
falling on my secret
yes
how clever, the flesh
becoming ripe as summer peach
in your hands.

m&n

whirl

unbidden

here, where I worship
ghosts gather
like smart points of light.


mishla

whirl

1.

my hands empty...long walk home .



m.m.

Sacrament

The messenger was too handsome.  A middle-school girl's idea
of a modern day Heathcliff.  The birdcage was open, white and
glinting in the midday Sun, like beautiful American teeth.  She
is enamored with his easygoing manner. They embrace waltzing
into her diary-hidden dreams.  It's a fact: a diet of  fruit, eggs and
salad is enough to sustain a young girl.  And Bhrowen is ethereally
pretty now, her hair so long and shiny.  Her friends are jealous.
At midnight he bathes her in their lake, and makes {whispery} love
to her as she trembles into womanhood.


Mishla~

III

Ache of Control

The dilliance was to be a mild digress
yet each time he remembers her soft hands
and softer heart, he cringes at the thought
of the imperious blunder he has made
due to his ego and own ripening feelings.

Mishla


III

InThisLove

The sound of bells
Inside our magical joyroom.
This stain on my heart, changes
enters another dimension.
I answer only to you.


Mishla

sundaywhirl

Summer Love

His mind feigns disgust
She stole a wad of his heart
His body left to pout.


Mishla

III

Out of the Wasteland.

 See the scarlet on their tongues?

 The dancer sways oiled and inked, no doubt  her sparks

will displace their feathery attempts to capture her golden soul.

These others have an unfillable hole, a wanting so

wet, their need shamelessly sprays into the crowd,

 

A crowd tied to another voyage, closed to these interloppers.

They rise as one shooting off words: crazed couriers without mercy.

The others wander off, growing more feeble with each broken step.

 

The dancer recalls drinking Lethe. Surviving to dance her.

 

 

 

 

Mishla

 

 

III



 







 



Levitation

Pregnant and fearless on the boulevard
 in a tank top, hair piled on her head like a
volcano, about to erupt.
She's fearless, fearless Keyla calming down an
old man in their shared  tongue: Espanol:
words, deep, strong like the ocean.

Serene as eagle she swoops down, puts her hands
on his grandson and hoists him to her breasts
while she totals up the bill.

Keyla didn't anticipate her baby's father  coming
in today. He presents her with an Pepsi, she
kisses the air around his muscled frame,
and he's gone, as if someone killed the light.

Mishla

III

Whatever, My Dear...I Shall Wait.

Is it enough,
to train the little lovely pieces of me?
How may my bitter teeth soothe those lips of yours, moist

with need, 

desire sans filter like breathless night bound to the moon









Cries eaten out of pleasures fierce

with Summer's unattainable
light.

 

 

Mishla

 

 

whirl

Did Someone Say Grace?

His words are distinctly irrational so I pull a sullen face,
waiting for the lesson he relishes in teaching me to be done, or perhaps

I wait for the grace he has yet to deliver in our short time together.
No one to blame but myself, for there is only One who can restore
me to whole, and it appears I have submitted to the wrong one.


Mishla

III

Slip-Away Heart

I dream of years of acceptance, a tribute to
my heart, nestled in too many rejections
a heart sliping away

in tiny degrees of shame;
i unbutton my flea market cotton dress &
make love to the cool kitchen floor

that begs my heart to stay.


*Me 
{Background Song - I Will Answer You, by Sarah Mc.}

whirl

Wild Nights*

lips parted
breathing becomes regulated



Mishla