I cannot fathom into constellations.
-even the strong-
fall weak to caged thoughts.
Maybe the movies will maneuver my mind
and manifest melodies.
Maybe the moon will motivate my messages.
Maybe amid the cranial chaos I need
to be that selfish fucking dreamer.
Do you ever wonder if the stars
shine out for you?
"I can't say the words out loud.
So in a rhyme I wrote you down."
Cyber Sister to Jeana, of course.
"Kisses that sparkle in blissful
content amongst the heavens to a
vixen who begs for more."
A haiku the tattooed goddess wrote for me.
From Golden One, my sister in verse.
"a starling hangs gentle above a willful wild
chasms of galaxies
heir to universes
spring's sweet kiss lay chaste on the morn'
a dawn gives way on the ever-spreading sky
so that she might shine
ever-bright and pale
a light for those who remain in dark places"
A.K.A. RandiB Minj