Different people in different times

You’d stay silent, just holding my hand, and I believe itBut would you save the girl with the mustacheWould you be the golden child with bright clear eyes and a careless smileThe teacher that jumped on desksOr the soccer coach intern Would you love goldilocks in her short skirt as she holds her binder and

Pain and love

You believe in pain and love But I don’t believe in pain and love I walk a billion miles down the desert road, bare feet cracked with the hard tar And bogging through the sand, dying with the sweat Sucking out of me like vacuum Left with skin that shrivels and rusts under the sun

Elephant god somewhere

A Hindu god, an elephant head           Sacred symbols, from a thousand year ago Clothed in time’s fine delicacies           Beige white silk and golden embroidery Draped over her ivory beige smooth           kind skin Pretty face maiden, like my mom    

Stark vision

You have a way of surprising me. Your show-stopping eyes… I swear that it’s still; it’s a painting. You’re a piece of some marvelous artwork. When I least expect it, you walk into the room and just glow heaven’s pure white light. The life in your face The sun’s tender kisses on your skin. I

Sweet, sweet days

Golden haze

Pink and blue evening, inside, a champagne spritzing of simmering gold. Your lips, soft and mellow, smiling at my reflection from the glass. My eyes, kaleidoscope with your vision moving in a direction, inching closer to your face. Blinds, over the window hold back the dusk light dying to crack in while the music sings,

Ocean of Marigolds

She was born amidst an ocean of marigolds, unravelling herself within the golden globe