listen to the glisten
at the edges of the mouth
with a tip of the hat
spy the twist
of the lips
and the words
on the tongue
note the warmth in the wet
slide the lines
on the page
turn the corners
of the look
on the side of the eye
and a glance or a shift
of perspective
and light
at the window
of mind
under wraps is a glow
like a worm
in an apple
in a cloak
i n c o g n i t o
A lie is a lie no matter how small if it sits on the heart
keeping people apart
and the pain
is a dream
bare the light
breaking in
to the night
peeling back
from the fruit
or the fright.
Revel in your truth, be proud of your fleece
let the flowers in your mouth
fall soft on your feet
wipe the dust off your knees and blow old off your book
be the queen of the universe
and king of your nook.
