no lime

One bite, squeeze my lips--

stay the hell out of my tea!

Oh, I will cut you.

late bloomer

little fledgling cheeps,
mother will not hear it's cry--
time to fly, young one

Prisoner

lingering figure in some alley-way
creature's tipped fangs at your feet
your personalities leave me feeling haunted
winter woods at midnight, only different
plantlike tendrils of unease wisp against my mind
I let the darkness come in quietly
seeing my misery in all sizes
broken individual numbing out a hollow
shadow shapes pass twixt without reaction
o how nobody sees the common

dangerous eyes

Stopping time at first glance,
easy comfort, blushing cheeks,
barely talked for weeks and weeks,
spontaneous con, just one last chance,
new year's eve, oh how our tongue's danced!

deep earth

Silent breeze dances within her hair,
adept gypsy taking rest from flight,
russet sleeves block November's cool air,
ancient breath whispering through the night,
hushing all the children to sleep.

Burning Tower

lines going dancing,
where expands a shaman's plume--
aroma so light

For Anna

Dancing blur zips eye to eye,
trilling chirps to tell me why;
flashes of green, blips of purple,
metallic glinting in the sun--
wind blows chill, sky clouds over,
flitting where sight is gone.