Tuesday, April 08, 2008

chocolate bubbles

My heart makes me a foreigner.
Without language,
I bathe in a tub of strawberry cream
blowing dark chocolate bubbles off my palms
dreaming my reality moons away

1 comment:

Fireblossom said...

As women, we are all ruled by the moon, yes? But not good enough for you, Bubble Woman, you've gone and claimed your very own. Bash on, girl.

I've read this over several times and I love the sensuality of it, and the sense of foreign-ness which is not accompanied by the usual melancholy. It's kind of like, yeah, I'm different, like someone with a clever secret.