I see her in chocolate, covered in sprinkles.
Of all different colors.
I take a bite.
And caramel pours out, lethargically.
She floats, covered, in a blanket of silk.
The sweetness pours over.
Like a fountain of love.
I let go. There is no control. Only flow.
Sweet dreams I can’t resist.
A dream as sweet as this.
So I take the plunge.
With the playful sipping of future’s chocolate.
The past dried up.
As it always does.
In a blanket of silk.
She floats above.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I