A Sheet for the Princess
30″ x 40″ Acrylic on canvas. 2009


That day
on your mouth
The words
That day
On your tongue
Cannot conjure
The dance of your soul
You can turn them
Every wich way,
Beg them to lay you down
They only grind your teeth
And choke with fury.

Like a cluster of embers
Stuck in your throat
The words coagulate
Like dried blood
Instead of bearing
The fear, the mangled tears
Buried deep,
Once again

How long until
You dance the freedom that is yours
How long still,
Until until you decide to dance your pride
Do you see this but one choice?
Do you see your smile appear?

The choice is yours…
So chose
The words on your mouth
The word on your tongue
The words, the day
The day that fulfills…
So many choices
Before you, so
Let yourself dance,
Silken is your mouth
Enlivening, your tongue
Your words are the full day.
Your sex is joy
When love fills your words
So choose