Could this be true? You say these are traditions,
we keep to these, traditions. Why would we question?
Things to be done this way and that. We don't turn.
We don't change. There is no grey lines when it comes
to you. You say we must do as you say, but what about love?

Vanilla

Kindness, it comes from a bean
such a subtle little taste. Warm.
Welcoming. Can help with the utter
bitterness. It could be on par with honey.

Give the honey. Make it sweeter. 

Small voice, speaking in such love.

Telling a way that is lead, a way that's chased,

calling to me, as a dream to fly away.

Stilettos

Step, take a step. One foot in front of another.
Clank of a heel, that echos, a small pounding
some find it obnoxious, but this is where my power is victories.

All I Need

Sip of a cold mix of milk and espresso,
takes over ever fibber of my being. Thoughts
racing, heart pumping, an unnerving feeling
shaking display of whether to be or run.

Thoughts of my own, actions obscene,
yet you take all of me. You love me.
Others hide and run from this crazy side.

Bring me closer to your arms, bringing me closer,
not turning away. My heart melts of this unspeakable
love, I cannot understand or touch. Under this mind
only you can love me. Only you want me.

Bring me Back

Needing the chill, inner voice
where do you tell me to run?
Searching the ground, tips of grass
soothing my mind. Racing ahead
it goes to another longing.

Waiting, impatient, where are you now?

Words, processing, girls, tis the season
or month that happens. Dedication to faith
heart beats that tell the truth. Faltering for all.