Being mama

Burn deep, mark the spot
that touches my child's mind
and teases my heart.

Passion

The smell of used flame
swirled upward as ash settled
from their blazing fire.

To Dream

In the deep of twilight
When the sky diamonds fly high
She lies in her dreams.

Aging

Are the tears of sweat
Any more acidic than
the flight of my years?

Spin

I lie on the cold
bubbled steel and spin make stars
play with dizziness!