Bliss is the one on a swing
Who feels her years breeze by.
She creates the sound of a bell
And doesn't even try.
Dancing With Suicide
You – Suicide himself –
Wrap silky hands around
My innocent hips of peach marble –
Seducing me with a million charms –
Childhood For Sale
Cheap and charming items
Settle on the numerous tables
Of my grandparents' customary yard sale.
Bugs visit them all on this hot but vital weekend.
Freedom smiles and stirs the new air
By my window –
Adding her seasoning of a scent.
She begins to store away her moon for now:
When Imagination Imagines
When Imagination imagines –
Her frame she drapes in red.
Fine white pearls her neck circle
Like a ring – it's said.