Tiara and the rest of the get-up worn for a dear friend . .
Whom I met while visiting in New Orleans
She owns an enchanting little vintage consignment shop in the garden district called ‘Blue Dreams’ . .
Bit eclectic of her to dress moi as bride tulle wrapping me to faint. .
Dress tight enough to think differently of a size 8. .
Surely she planned it that way. .
Since she fully comprehends flip flops is my way
New Orleans, mystery unfolding greatness
Visit, wear a gown or two and make sure you do it all before you eat
Don’t be a LOBSTAH and sing along . .
O’ my upright and orangely excited to go home with me!
Predicting her bright as a flower should. Self loving beyond her brittle grassy beds. The dry earth desiring her petal flesh. Sturdy tall she leans blue seeing amazement. Warning those that are ripe red to bloom and joy lean with confidence.
How else could I convince you
Knowing you are still in this world
Stamped upon my very own feet
Soul nodding me affirmatively
You held me sweet
So ripe as a pod
Teaching me to walk
To run and climb trees
Most things to me are important you see
I have touched the small red hearts dangling
Our unfinished story properly and still precise
Spreading our glossy memories for years
What matters to me is the bleeding of your heart
How it beats when it misses
When it cries
When it joys
For a long time I thought the world knew me
Simple woman happy by the simplicity of her faith
Committing green knobs to deliciously open
For I am older than I use to be now
Beneath my young and in a hurried spirit
The timeless body forgives full in fragrance
Bodies who once broke hearts
Now patiently rise loving in it’s lung like voice
I love you in my usual position
Fetal like breathing in this quietude of mine
Beautiful like our life use to sound
A sound so identical I would not know how to distinguish it from the two of us