Decorated

How you decorate yourself;
Covered in candy and flowers
And all of their leaves.
There must be a way
To see what’s beneath,
But you’ve adorned yourself down
All the way to your feet.
Roses are thorns
When a prick is a peek.

Narcissus

You’re beautiful
As a poem that writes itself.
As a monument that rights itself.
As a sacred candle that lights itself.
As a mirror image like myself.

Emergence

Let your eyes
Be torn away
By utter dismay
And chaos.
For beauty
Waits to be born.
She is unadorned
And shy.
She makes a sad distraction
So she can pull herself to life.

Whatever hardships come
They’re just an opening to love.

Refreshing

Your words are so
Refreshing.
They always make me feel
Like seeded arid land
Finally exposed
To the rain.

Dark Goddess

Dark woman dons faience
Over three grand old;
Casual as Cleopatra
In her Chrysocolla and Gold.

Or so curiosity’s told.