Poetry

The women and children
found strength in isolation.
A network
of song
dance
and unspoken motion.

I've been weaving warmth around me
to keep the freeze of tentative survival out of my bones.

Conductor of emotion – and recall.
Bulging memories play on cue.
Ghosted visions manifest in full view.
Bonafide.

Still water reflects.
Receives. Accepts
Warm deep-down breath,
Nowhere to get...

except ...
to the
clear --still --waters.
New respect.

The carnal faces
of stolen passion
Forged
from the need
for spirit quenching
Thirst that runs over.

Eyelids
heavy guards of entrance,
Send the reception
Backdoors.

C'mon with your creepin
I wuz expectin' you.
To.

A gypsy's soul
comes out from under
the veil of
life/death life/death

and sees it"s
own reflection.