Dysfunction

From blogs.miaminewtimes.com

We are a passionate movie scene

A desire.. man made

It’s not supposed to be like this

You make me feel so low, worthless, desperate

Then say with your eyes

baby give me a kiss

It’s rusty..

there are sparks flying

from the pieces that grind,

& roll over each other

No longer fitting together

Malfunction…

These words fall silently from my lips

Before I grab a hold of you

It’s uncontrollable

The way we touch

We are parts of this machine

Squeaking and screeching

Uncared for

we’ve taken it for granted

Now, it is just used to doing

what it does

We are outdated

You no longer take me on dates

It’s broken,

Dysfunction

And we can’t let go

Because somehow this beaten up machine

Still moves

Beauty and the Dragon

We burnt the place down

&

Shook up the room 

Now, were lying in the aftermath of a lit match

against spontaneous, alcohol-infused passion

This room appears to be a battlefield

A slayed a dragon sleeps next to me

I lay clutching my sword

He snores, sighing, dead to the world

He’s very ordinary, common-

with his scruffy face and squishy love handles

My wide, curious pupils watch him

in the dark as his stomach rises up and down

Through these amber eyes he is mystical

My arms stretch longing to touch the ceiling 

In this bed that’s like a cloud 

I soar curiously into the darkness of these walls

like navigating the night sky

feeling as if the stars were tickling me

while I fly over a battlefield of firey dreams

REINVENTION

I want to reinvent myself,

color my hair

then cut it all off,

get a blond wig with black streaks,

and live the life of a freak

a few days a week.

Imma remix myself

be more lusciously,

sexual,

emotionally tolerable,

look even hotter in a t-shirt,

find a man who is dangerously irresistible,

and be more aggressive

and vulgar with the fellas

I’m rewiring my connections,

masquerading around

with 6 different masks

in my back pocket,

experimenting with voodoo,

and admitting that I’m hot for dreadlocks.

I am NEW…

Making a vow to be fearless,

more attentive,

more intuitive,

I will breathe each breath

like it’s sacred H20,

look deeper into the eyes of others,

cleanse,

wash away the anxiety,

regrets, & phobias,

get a psychic reading

ask for an exorcism,

bow to the gods

and start anew.

photo credit: becomegorgeous.com 

We love the fire

I walk over the last of our spilled gasoline.

You love me when you're setting fires.

My nude stilettos are resistant to your matches

and I am untouched.

Addicted, we are each other’s explosive obsession.

We are broken and engaged

in a battle. A fight to the death…

I take blow for blow,

determined to walk away alive

with a heart BEAT..BeAt.. BeaT.. beat

Your remarks are flaming arrows,

pointed and released with such precision

from behind a stare of passionate intention-

I swallow them and spit them back

It’s a very slow, voluntary death-by fire.

We take this hellish match

of gladiators to a private room.

Grabbing your neck

you’ve got me by the hair

in the same dead bed of lost futures and dreams

We are a flammable couple-

Tumultuous, angry, and vicious

Everything I vowed not to be

in a Mr. and Mrs. Smith type relationship

except you’re no Brad Pitt….

I can no longer walk through this heat

just to prove my heart to you-

Burned. Drained.

There are permanent markings, hieroglyphics

left on the walls of my interior.

The scars of a love gone wrong

I tempt you…

Light the matches of my darkness

and you will find a scorned animal seething.

Hissing, as I anticipate your presence

with heightened senses refusing to be defeated.

You look into my eyes,

kiss me with your teeth,

it's hot

and the battle recommences….

A page from Reckless...

HATCHED

A light grew in my chest and slowly

ate away at my cold exterior.

My vampire skin cracked for weeks,

secreting strange liquids

from my broken crevices ..

I dripped them all around town,

all on my friends,

all naked with you in bed

and turned you off.

Shattered open,

I’m here-

hatched,

making new promises to myself.

My feelings walk bare-naked in public,

dancing alone in a crowd

to a sexy techno song.

Proud.

I hang up my innocent,

good girl hats-

the ones with the polka dots and hearts

and trade them in for outlandish,

badass, purple hair extensions.

Today I’m flying with all my strength,

intelligence,

self-healing powers,

and free loving nature,

like a precious bird

with diamond encrusted wings

and golden feathers.

Reckless

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Cut to Grow

You walked around with a sword-

Your name engraved, as you swung / /

A rugged man
with a sea of opportunity.

Inside you was a little boy

playing pirates

capturing me,

a princess with a queen’s future.

Shackled,

You sung love songs to me

as you swung slashing away

the layers over my heart.

The days passed slow

as you whispered

foreign words into my dark cell

at the ship's bottom.

Bringing me up,

we’d walk to the end of the plank

and you swung,

taking me down, down, down....

A slow torture-

hour by hour-

limb by limb
fell to the floor

Here and now I am
only eyes tearing up

seeing you bare:

no costumes or lies

Clear vision sees

that you and I
were rotten

from the start

I move it to my memory

as lesson in love.

Cut down, but not gone

I’m left with eyes

to water my heart

and grow, grow, grow....

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Riding Coasters

I'm in your amusement park riding all the coasters.
Rolling.. Clack. Clack. Clack.. Click. Clack..

Climbing to the tippy top..

There’s a sudden hush

followed by a shriek from a woman

with long rugged kinky hair and an orange suntan.

The wind is absent and time suddenly seems paused,

but still fizzles like a drop of ice water

on the blacktop under a heavy August sun.

I hear your voice as I descend.

Your promises tickle my ears with the wind.

Flap...flap….flap.

At every turn you grab my stomach

in your hands and shake it up

as I twist and flip upside down.

When I scream mercy, you cry out

“you’re wicked,”

you are now the victim, and threaten to cut my harness.

After released I seemingly run free,

stuck in this day, my heart tick tocking in a theme park

with fun house mirrors, clocks, and clowns.

UNDERWATER

My love runs deep
channeling through the longest veins
rooted at my hearts center.
It's a very red canal
with smooth green stones at its bottom,
pouring into a purple bay of goldfish and
skinny dippers blowing bubbles
with there underwater make-out sessions.

I feel the bubbles in my chest
remembering your chest,
bare against my ticklish skin.

I’m rooted…In my dreams…

In the spaces....in between the distractions.
I’m rooted at the bottom of the bay
by a strand of bumpy, dark green seaweed
pulling at my floating emotions
with the rising and falling tide.
It’s was real.
It is real now
how I can reel the sensations

in from the deep waters of a time past.
When I close my eyes
I can smell the imperfect waters
Scents of seaweed, boat fuel, and clams fill my nose.

This bay breathes breaths,
bubbles of loaded air,
like messages in bottles down my esophagus.
This memory chamber.
Reliving the lips blowing bubbles inside me.
Forever kissing you underwater.



Photo: Things about love

VENOMOUS POSSESSION (from Reckless)

VENOMOUS POSSESSION

Sunk your sharp teeth in

And told me how good they felt inside

I thought he should take them out

But the pain was satisfying

My lower back twitched,

as if I was possessed,

Striking the hard floor

Then jolting up and coming to an abrupt stop

Before striking again

You found me dressed in a buttoned-up cartigan

The scent of your venom secretes from my pours

I smell it, pressing my nose to my forearms

You brought me back to life

In the death of a sexually rejected,

insecure girlfriend.

I look in the mirror

in this sexy hotel room and I see

red, erotic scenes in my eyes

My hair untamed

Lips so seductive

I pucker at myself in the mirror

Watching your bare sparkling skin in the background

Photo credit: tylershields.com

The Wonderings of a Wonder Woman

In the air I smelled your scent
Floating among the clouds
Never imagined I’d be here
Falling fast
Leaving my imprints, like bullet holes
through love clouds
My arms are flexed,
Using my instincts to ward off all evil
Looking for civilians to shield from the pain of the world
I am stronger now that you left me to fight
the villains of the underworld,
the demons that spoiled our romantic, heroic fantasies
While you hide among the stars searching for answers
You remember how you got there..
Thinking yourself a hostage in our comic book-like partnership
My sources tell me you are one of many Supermans
Gallivanting around in your flashy costume
You played the part well, but you never wondered
I’d be too much woman for your superness to keep a hold of
Tonight I took refuge among the creatures of the jungle
Searching for the nature of the animal world
Wonder woman in all her wonderings
Never really believed she’d find her superman

Photo credit: http://www.jamesgunn.com/2011/02/17/sexy-wonder-woman-pinup-gallery-2/

Painting red

I keep painting my nails red..
Red is love.
Red is Sacrifice.
Red is the color I see
When my heart breaks
And the red falls dull in the shimmery paint
Red because I’ve been driven mad
Red for the imperfections in my kiss
Red for the words you’d like to eliminate

from my conversation
Red paint for good luck
Red for the Chinese New Year
Red is the dragon I imagine blowing flames

My heart, I imagine red, like a fool for love
Wearing my heart red on my fingers and toes
Swinging and wiggling my free-loving self
Red as red can be
Red on my face

Embarrassed that I confessed my love
Into the cold, winter air
Later to warm up my red hands
Painting, painfully waiting

Born of Roses & Scorpions (From my next book, Reckless, coming soon..)

Your Scorpio seductive

potions nurtured
My Libra baby bird feathers
showing me the fantasies

and magic powers
of being a woman.

My mother painted her lips red
with a red rose colored lipstick
attracting the darkest scorpions
spawned deep
in the souls

of men young and old.

Off her red lips

songbirds pranced
after flying from

the vines of her vocals.
In those songs, a baby bird,
saw the curves of the woman
I’d one day see in the mirror.
It was my mother...
only with a few exotic roots
She is a woman

with darker features.

The birds sung my heart

to sleep many nights
and carried me to places
where I was a sacred princess
treasured by a kingdom

of knights and maidens.
Her songs planted seeds
that would only grow

until much later,
flowering into wild

passion flowers

In bed I lay,
a rare bird,
naked with a sexy warrior.
Gazing into his rough skin
Thinking of where I came from...
I picture a beautiful red rose
in a romance with an onyx scorpion

MAKING HISTORY (a page from, my new collection of poems, Reckless..coming soon..)

MAKING HISTORY

Looking around the room

I took notice of the artifacts

that define our era

and think of us as a part of the history of now;

We are creating an atom of eternity,

a sexy 21st century

love affair

with all the markings of its time

When you touch my naked face to your lips

I wonder if I could’ve been more passionate in past lifetimes,

had I lived without

all our conveniences and luxuries

This could be all we know or an illusion,

this free-loving feeling that twists

my thoughts

all the while bound and tied down

by exotic and diverse things in this city

like lace ties and handcuffs

You’re mine with the press of a button,

a click, or a text

Its modern sorcery

We are equally objectified,

Changing clothes,

Wearing costumes for each other

quickly becoming just another device

Replaceable,

like my digital camera and cell phone

I look into your body language searching for the possibility of camouflaged romance,

trying my hardest to see traces of it

like an optical illusion

in the lines of your flexed arms

Photo Credit: Calvin Klein

Imperfections

I stroke the letters of these sweet syllables as I erect the sleeping

prose Until it comes to life... These words in my head were seeds

planted under the richest earth...soiled under sheets of smudged

paper that smell of sex and liquor.

Words from a lover are the Word for a hopeless romantic libra.

The heavy ones cause my scales to tip. I RoCk uNbAlAnCeD.

But finally find equilibrium

when I slam a pen to a free flying strip of paper.

Prose, a colored feather, I weave into my free flying hair that

bends and swirls where it wants when it wants to do it. An extension

of myself. A medium for heightened senses. A release from the

confines of a tightly bounded hair tie.

Roses without thorns may not be roses at all, but impostures of

a sort and far more dangerous. The natural ones are often long

stem and wild. I stare at you funny when you hand me a striped

love symbol- naked roses.

You've entered into my greenhouse. And now my imperfections

are showing. Your prompted to examine my nature that looks so

perfect from a distance. A nature sprung from wild seed, lonely

moons, and unpurified water.

Cut at the stem, I'm analyzed through your lens. Under these bright

lights I am revealed, seen as you like, a stranger, a danger to

your health, poison as ivy. I look deep into the mirror, poised, under

vanity lights searching for my natural self.

photo © Sarah Klockars-Clauser
for openphoto.net CC:PublicDomain

Lit

LIT

I would have turned up the flame if I knew it was going to burn so slow...

There are no next times, no. Only past times screwing new ones,

but I can let them go-

you know, when the wind takes lit ashes

they look like fireflies in the dark

and I have learned to gladly dance in them.

Photo credit: http://weheartit.com/dannyhorst

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.