It’s not that I have a fear of the age I have become
Its only that I haven’t practiced/nor did I vision it and here I am
After so many years as the younger;
Curious student, promising, moldable, muse.
A vessel open and wanting..following in shadows
Attracted mentors sexual and intellectual
I took notes along the way …the little key words etched invisible along the creases of my palm.

Those things I fear
I do not name

That is right...
I do not name
the fear...
I do not name....
rather now (choice)
I dance the other way
And into the arms, tattood and tight…
encircling the narrow waist of my newfound muse;
the younger, promising and erotic.
Seeing the inside out outside
through the window which has become passage

Morphing the muse now….
sending the fluttering of moths just above
and inside yoni…
the power of the taken


free flow
free fall
free thought
free