woman(ly) things

my heart the typewriter
my mind the ink pen
has come alive again!
(in the feminine sense)
he is taking his time
i wonder if he can ever hear me?
typing out:
my god,how perfect you are
when he speaks:
flowers fall from the sky,they fall perfectly..
a floral crown,a romantic anointing.

gold on gold
pale on soul.

no matter the weight of our
your speech
your mouth
your spirit
your heavy gaze
your full moon eyes
become a discovery
night by night
the hidden manuscript
hidden away,heavy,sweet.
ghost to ghost
rambling ways

of a typewriter brain.