Waiting for True
Among the poisonous suits, settle the diamonds
then the Red Lipsticks
She who plays Devil with the wind
and still wins the hearts that feel her.
Tender young chins trembling
for the poisonous suits that go mad
living inside dwindling bricks.
At the bottom of the bricks is the ground
Where Goddess grew from, with blood red lips
hands that grew the diamonds
and a heart that bleeds forward, life that thrives
Through wet, or dry eyes
through tremors, and trembling, moaning, and screaming
Beyond Climax.
The Birthing of A Universe
where poison suits and diamonds both, exist
with Red Lipsticks walking between them
Watching for masks, and waiting for others to come off
Chance, and Subtle expressions, paving the road through hell
Resolution as the backdoor, because what is coming hasn’t past
and the present, is here now.
