A day from hell

Wake up late.
Hit snooze three too many times.
Look in the mirror,
Bag under eyes.

Under the sink,
No dry shampoo,
Too late to rewash my hair.
A bun will do.

Barefoot tip toeing to the kitchen,
Maybe coffee will help.
But instead an empty canister sneers at my tired eyes.

Packing lunch...
A banana and...?
Left over vegetarian "chikn" nuggets?
Like a child, I just laugh.

Cats trip and toy at my feet as I rush.
Mascara will have to do...
Door locked.

Warm desert breeze soothes me,
"Eh it could be worse"
Car door opens, key in ignition and
Empty.

Fuck.

Closest gas station,
Closed,
Next one ten minutes out of the way.
Late
But... c'est la vie.


Still no coffee,
Hot mess,
Day becomes a whirlwind of chaos.

Finally home.
Realizing I need to go to the grocery store.
Off I go in flip flops and sweats.
Still waiting for 2 phone calls to be returned,
But they aren't.

On my way down an aisle.
My flip flop breaks.
I laugh...
Almost hysterically.
This has been my day.

But somehow I've been lighthearted,
Is this growing up?

Vulnerable

Letting the stars wash over me,
As I lay in the dust,
And energize in the moonlight.

Vulnerable.

If it happened...

Sometimes...
Your skin crawls because it aches to be touched.
It aches to feel a gentle,  yet overwhelming tickle.

Something that sends shivers down your spine,
And breeds goosebumps on your skin.


Your soul aches for a whisper,
A back arching sigh of words
Beautifully teasing your mind.

And you lay there
Imagining
What it would be like,
If it actually happened.

Engulfed in serenity

Isn't it funny
How sometimes you can't feel the breeze until your bare skin is beaded in water?

But the second you dip your body into that drenched bliss
Submerge then re-emerge
A cool breeze tickles you.

Goosebumps.
In the most endearing way.

So then you decide to submerge yourself again,
Releasing your senses.
And you enter that water a little faster than before,
Letting go a little more...

And before you know it you're in the deep end
Floating on your back,
Only your face remaining dry and towards the sky

Senses lost
Floating
Smiling
Engulfed in serenity

I miss...

I miss reading the passion drip down pages,
Like water soaked ink on the most simple paper.
I miss feeding my imagination, my soul, my craving.

I'd beg,
But I'd seem weak.
I'd whisper,
But that fear eats me.

So I'll occasionally glance,
Into the night- trying to decode the stars.
As if I have some power in how they fall.

Monsoon

Thunder and rain roll viciously down the mountains and into the valley,
A thirst quenched.

Winds violently groping the trees,
The concrete buildings,
And now my bare skin.

Raindrops, big and oversaturated
Drenching me
Drenching the cracked and parched ground.
Exciting it.

A pure dark night sky,
Lit up.
Patterns and electricity seer delicate images in my mind.

Cradled by the monsoon.
My new addiction.

Dusty Moonlight

The sun is always shining,
The moon is always dancing with the stars, unveiled.

The warmth holds you in its arms until you're sound asleep.
Cradling you,
While the wind whispers sweet lullabies.

Heart pounding in my chest,
Excitement.
Bliss.

Barefoot dancing in the dust,
Kicking it to the wind,
Under this night sky.