In Pools of Blue Stars

If the core of my life stays centered in flame
I'll open what give thee
to burn
just the same
and turn not away
from the pruning of heat
in the place where soft slumber sifts wild through my sleep

hold not the dreamer
to manner or verse
who forgot to ask morning w'ere blessing or curse

come boldly entangled
in layers
of red
the night shall bear witness
to said and unsaid

oh never grow weary of brilliance and fire
in the thinly veiled strength of a woman's desire

what passion plays opposite long to a fool?
none I, said the girl in a puddle of moon

lit sun and nights of fragile bliss
when puddles play opposite long to a kiss...

She cast forth her petalsin pools of blue stars

awakening Jupiter, Neptune and Mars
unfolding and tumbling her own to possess
I think the most lovely of words must be
yes

*Photography credit Mimi Lenox*
© Mimi Lenox