preserves
she says i am:
1. at night she glows in the dark. bands of light slice across her skin from the blinds in her room. it is moonlight. magic light. not a harsh light. she is thumbalina. she is beautiful. she is fragile. she wears herself inside out. she is not afraid to do this. so much passion pushing at her seams. so easily held. mon petit cherie. her beauty is convlusive. she knows herself better than most people. i bring her fall boquets. dead leaves and twigs. her smell reminds me of truth and poetry and france. she reminds me that beauty is worth striving for. a subtle huntress. queen of cups. queen of wands. there is so much more to write about her. worth everything.
2.you remind me of anne sexton poems. particulary "her kind". instead of a song, i think of light and her voice smooth over rocks. deep and harsh. so full of emotion. but if i had to chose a song.....it would be an edif piaf song in french.....a love song.
3. Cassandra! (of course!)
4. a contained fire.
1. at night she glows in the dark. bands of light slice across her skin from the blinds in her room. it is moonlight. magic light. not a harsh light. she is thumbalina. she is beautiful. she is fragile. she wears herself inside out. she is not afraid to do this. so much passion pushing at her seams. so easily held. mon petit cherie. her beauty is convlusive. she knows herself better than most people. i bring her fall boquets. dead leaves and twigs. her smell reminds me of truth and poetry and france. she reminds me that beauty is worth striving for. a subtle huntress. queen of cups. queen of wands. there is so much more to write about her. worth everything.
2.you remind me of anne sexton poems. particulary "her kind". instead of a song, i think of light and her voice smooth over rocks. deep and harsh. so full of emotion. but if i had to chose a song.....it would be an edif piaf song in french.....a love song.
3. Cassandra! (of course!)
4. a contained fire.