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