Reality Shows Its Face
It was a face with no definition who deepened the knife:
reality can’t be seen cloaked within a beam of energy:
her life lines capture your attention for a nanosecond
a frolicking gust of wind swipes her eyes, fear is excitement disguised
frothing,thirsty waves tumble between ten toes
moss carpets cradle her fear, soak up crystal tears
buttercups and daisies dance to the rhythm of her breath
her mouth sucks water from the bouncing stream
hot ice jumps in her hand like Mexican beans
chain links and desire swing the girl toward the baby blue sky
enchanted icicles hold fast to her tongue.
Waiting in the no space, no time, she has arrived.