Pricks
From a certain angle
even the most dangerous ones
seem beautiful
And yes, beauty resides inside pain
but won’t be held
in an embrace there
or caressed with gentle hands
or kissed with generous lips
Those sharp edged tools
only serve you humility
in a moment where comfort
was out of your control
and you thought you could handle it gracefully
despite being pricked before
you can’t pretend that pain is love
at least not for too long
The theme is me
It’s my love story
The lover may change
Change me
Leave change
I remain
As the moon
I rise
I slowly cover myself
I spell over the ocean
And become the sky
All at once in the eye
I get lonely here
illuminating
And Venus is near so, we have a little chat
about the Sun and his heavy weight glow
How it’s hard to leave his warmth
And that I’m forever in this dance
Bowing
Drenched in stars
How he saunters in a salsa or two only when he remembers his soul as a star
The forever star
But he never stays long
I remain
as my place is in the night
The solo job
The sea and me always have a connection as with other feminine graces
The sun, only gets to see me in his reflection
Undelivered Love Poem #2
Undelivered Poems Volume 1. Poem 1.
I ran my fingers on the shiny metal
you soldiered
in my hidden ritual
I shake my moonray heart spell with
invisible cinnamon
dirtying my fingertips
each time I pass
I lightly caress the gates you curl into shape with your fire.
I ask the Gods of Love for a lightening bolt to spark your heart vein…
for you to wake up in an epiphany
inside your dark sad eyes
and feel my touch in your memory
of my lips against your neck
of your head on my lap
safe and relieved.
you were cool there
and at peace.
In prayer I see
you craft the key
you open the gate
and welcome my heart in yours.
Undelivered Poems Volume 1. Poem 1.
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And if I did dance on the moon and painted your whole physique on the side of a brick wall…then would you notice my eyes, when they look at you?
The Sun I was
the Sun I was
Shining boldly over the horizon
Then took to
racing a rain cloud
he caught up to tie me,
neck to neck
I couldn’t hold onto the light
For both of us
Night dark heavy water, his golden edges
blindsided my speed
He swiftly took the lead
my warm glow faded
Beaten by a soft swift wetness
I turned to my night moon
to catch my fire again
Rising slow
Fast rain clouds never stay too long
without turning into the sea
#F**k Cupid #BetheArrow
Fuck Cupid, Be the Arrow
You may be
All that I want at night
But you are still just flesh.
Get your bow. Pierce my blossom
Nectar all over your hands
You can’t aim
I am the arrow
Smoking
Centaur
Centaur
Old man stead
Head flame
Teach me how to laugh
in my sleep
wake me up
kissing the back of my neck
Be my shiny penny.
Steal all the diamonds for me
I’ll sacrifice my jade eggs to you
make beds seem useless and
crowds disappear.
Tune all your stations
only to hear your song
my dear
If in my
Eye you see u
how I do…
Lucky charm
Four leaf clover
Horseshoe and rabbit foot.
You can hit the numbers honey
Jackpot aces, no hook
double sided rainbows
wish u
a shooting star, sugarcoat
my muthafuckin’ lining silver
arrow point
to fluffy clouds
Sunsets
over black sand
turn up loud
Itch my money hand
hot step in the
rain dance
full moon lit…
Make haste darling
Gonna live long
how they talk….
we so damn pretty
Slow down time too
Fuck me ugly
till I become earth again.
Cum on my lips
to eat my dinner plate
Silly
puddy my limbs
into new shapes
Call upon Oshun my sacred treasure
golden archer
centaur.
Diving into the natural stream of abundance…
No turning back
There is no lack
No need to push it
Got it all right here
Giving in to the force field
Always more to share
The Magical Mindmouth of Ms. Zarah Rose 