Monthly Archives: November 2015




 Exposed to the elements of

The changing seasons.

She sways as

The frigid northern wind finds its way

Inside her,

Playing music on her bones.

Her inner self fragile

Upon this path.

Still she moves

Trying to glimpse the moon


Light years and wonder.

He is seeking too.

Wishing to glimpse her

As she basks naked in his glow.

She Disappears


There she stands.


Scared to death to be beautiful.

The word alone makes her feel ashamed.

Uninvited hands touch her.

They grope her hair,

Her thighs.

She has heard the sighs as she enters the room

But never lifts her gaze.

She has felt their eyes under her clothes.

She smells of rosewater and lavender.

Wants you to love her,

But as you approach she will always

Slip back into the shadows.

Placing the iris petals you have given her

Into her hair.

Holding onto her heart for dear life.

Hushed in the stillness

She disappears

Before your eyes.