How to Sue Yourself :

under the guise of love the twinkle in your eyes has made a believer out of me

the ways in which the skin can gleam and glissen..

we belong away from each other but it seems to be more than that


can you prevent magentism...

sure if you place the poles opposite of each other...

like mirrors reflecting light

to we actually contain this light or just infinitely reflect it again and again and again...




perhaps and dream destined to be come true... some presage to what has happened to the past.


and then continue to believe in the probabilty that thi swas all supposed to occur...
but it was to not occur...
we made destiny,
we followed the signs and the lights

the correct colors and the correct hues
the correct lenses and the correct shades

it all came together to be the realest and most powerful thing that could have drummed up the guts to touch to speak to taste the chalice of ... to be under exaggerated... emotional complexity that is the woman...

the egg, the juice, the creation of created pasts... then who are we as women in the face of disaster and preminition?

we are acculumaltion of all that has come before and all that has ever been.
we triumph in the faces of our children as beautiful, patient, and wise...

and no touch or penis could take it away...
but it takes the greatest touch to appereciate it.

Under Some Starry Sky

Under some starry sky,

i see you looking down upon me.

helping me with each step,
even lifting me when I get up in the morning.

you see so much more than what i ever could,
up there.

you hold my hand, and walk beside me through my day.

you watch me... i can see you, too.

if i could close my eyes, for once, I would not be up again.

if I could close my eyes, I would join you in that forever
dream that allways pretends to be life.

so, just help us, the exhausted.
who can not sleep the eternal, yet must wake, unrested to continue...
to breathe, to touch, to lose our sevles so much...

dream a dream of me tonight.

a waterfall upon the light of my eyes,
that miss your touch...
that miss your breath...
that miss the warmth of the forever dream.