never did what normal girls did
carefully i smoked the sensed truths
with unskilled waiting shoes i smoked
silently choreographing flamencos
exotically tapping beneath beds
two inched hems heaving my childish grace
bullying my dresses made of lace
not knowing the woman i would be
with flaws it freckled me
small brown occasions monopolizing my skin
where my music lives blowing on light
and where my real hymn horns
relying on my shoulders to co-host
for this instrument is an extension of my tongue
immediately and persistently attaching me to this fate
Everyone is a little in each their own way…we still love you though and what your bring when you press your pen to an empty page! Have a wonderful, and blessed day!
Lovely said. Thankful to be read by you!
Such a beautiful personal expression of who you are and who you have become. So honest and touched by the tenderest of senses. Thank you for this, Mari.
So lovely you, your attentiveness..
Thank you.
Welcoming of the deepest most genuine self…very special indeed Mari!
You touch my heart with words, merci!
Just imagine how boring life would be if we were all the same!
Can only imagine
Wow…It is you…Love it!!!
Me,thanks you with all.
The “you” is totally awesome. I’m to glad to read this character you personify. Simply you.
My forms bow, at your praises. Many thanks as always!
Such lovely expression. Thank you
Thank you for embracing, me.
Liking this lots
Thank you Ian