kellasandra's musings
i say goodbye to you again
you and your steel angel
two days
two weeks
two years
knowing a greater expectation
is asked by all below
you never minded the call
their heeding, their needing
you and your steel angel
return to the sky
valiantly circling from above
watches over my honored heart
and says goodbye again
can i fill this need
with one pour of me
a soul dark and bitter as italian espresso
seduce my stranger with scents of
jamaican blue mountains
touched by jakartan skies
and raindrops on machiatto kissed skin
dripping columbian curls with caramel ribbons
caress whip cream pillowed lips
sweetened with a french kiss
can i fill your need
with one sip of me
consume me
keep me up
keep me waiting
just one question i want to ask
how do you want me in the morning
how do you take your coffee
March is here
this haunting banner that means war
summons the deathly shallows of Winter
trapping me in its bitter isolation
a hesitant pattern of constant graying ground
and sobering frigid skies
surrounded by sulking naked trees in vertical slumber
held captive in silenced stillness
and its hollow breathless sighs
with darkness encompassing most hours
of somber scenes I can’t remember
and quiet stars lost in falling frozen tears
impatiently waiting for its first full moon
my March is here again