In The Sands

Once in time a blooming lady I was you were the soil that made me grow that fed me the true experiences of life that took my innocence like taking breath and opened my mind. You reached me as an ocean current, strong and swift I was enveloped in you power, your controlling arms, drowned…

She

The dress spoke for her It flowed in the wind that she created Deflecting the air Making air currents circulate Around her She came into the room Like a fairy Leaving her magical dust trailing A serene angel Passing along Her footsteps were without sound She seemed to be floating Barely touching The marble tile…

The Mercy of the Female Mind

Where wild flowers bloom, grass valleys dance in the blowing breeze and spring showers make everything glossy, lies the merciful female mind. Something precarious and sometimes obscure but mostly kind and benevolent. Sometimes dressed in pink satin dresses but mostly in naked skin. A siren, an enchantress, a fairy luring men with its song, magic…