Me and You

My heart moves so fast that I need the stillness of the ocean to dance with each beat. My passion burns from a well that meets its maker in another as strong.

Finally, me

I could not eat cabbage a day more. Drape maturity and be decked with carefully placed color. Impulsive, reckless, a bit off. No meeting ground here. Fly with me or run your own game.

Once more

I would have liked to dance some more, but my feet hurt from yesterday’s wreck. Today, with blistered feet, I dance again.

Finding myself

I collect parts of myself, ones that roll like coins in a silent room. These are messages hidden in some corner, perhaps under the sofa. I put them in a teacup. No cream or sugar there. And I find the flavor of me again.